Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 668

Yann pressed his lips together. “Miss Grey, if I may be so bold, how did you manage to figure it out?”

Only moments ago, one of his subordinates had called to inform him that the codes on both the car frame and engine had been tampered with, rendering them impossible to trace.

If Rachel wasn’t the mastermind behind it all, how had she managed to deduce the truth?

Rachel was not at all perturbed by Yann’s audacity.

She replied nonchalantly. “Just a stroke of luck.”

Yann was speechless.

He inhaled deeply, composing himself, and adopted an earnest demeanor as he sought her insight. His manner of addressing her grew exceedingly respectful. “In that case, what do you believe was the purpose behind the culprit’s actions?”

The primary motive, of course, was to target David.

However, he couldn’t fathom why the perpetrator would take such a roundabout approach.

He knew that disassembling and reassembling a car was an intricate process,

particularly when incorporating an autonomous driving system.

Noticing his baffled demeanor, Rachel patiently explained, “The purpose was to ensure that when the truth came to light, you wouldn’t be able to trace them. Preserving the appearance of the off-road vehicle was meant to mislead you. As you mentioned, both the car frame and the engine have unique codes. The perpetrator destroyed those codes to leave you with nothing to investigate.”

“Once you can’t trace them, you’ll broaden your search, suspecting those who lurk in the shadows. The real perpetrator can then easily blend in with your imagined adversaries.”

At her words, David’s eyes filled with affection and indulgence that no one had ever witnessed before.

His Rae-Rae was truly brilliant.

Her words, however, exposed the true power she had been concealing all along.

At the very least, to everyone present, Rachel’s expertise in car modifications went far beyond just idle tinke ring.

Her knowledge of automobiles had already surpassed that of both Billy and Yann.

moment, Yann’s impression of Rachel shifted significantly. He didn’t hold back, saying, “It’s a shame the adversary’s well-intended plan

with sarcasm aimed at the mastermind behind

really think those three cars showing up at the T-junction was just

wait for us

at him and sighed softly. “Those

If we hadn’t evaded in time, even

the SUVs at the T-junction was no coincidence; it was a

this, a wave of lingering fear

cars colliding simultaneously, but never

attempts, their enemies would typically only inflict injuries on their men, but now their

down David became more and more

Palace, with numerous pauses along the way, they finally

Rachel and David walk away, still reeling from

her to be a decorative but useless ornament, yet now, it seemed Miss Grey

drag, exhaled a perfect smoke ring, and said nonchalantly, “Don’t lump. Miss Grey

a doubt, a fierce, unyielding force to be

say she was just Miss Grey from the wealthiest family in

before not to underestimate someone our master takes

the time. “We should get going. Let’s get in the car and

the main issue at hand!” With that,

upon returning to Peckham Palace, Rachel instinctively slipped out of her high heels and padded barefoot to the sofa, flinging

his suit jacket and unfastened his diamond cufflinks, leisurely rolling up his sleeves.

vehicle that had

propping it under her head as she observed David head towards

Rachel, offering her

“I only modified a G-Wagon, using

eyebrow, hardly surprised by

Rae-Rae was far from the delicate, traditional young

accepted the juice, taking a sip. The

don’t

eyes downward, the corners of his lips lifting ever

remark encapsulated the perils he’d encountered throughout