Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

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Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 107

Louis Smith’s second aunt spoke again. “Miss Grey, do you know what kind of existence Glamour

Pavilion is? You dare use its reputation. I’m afraid you won’t be able to survive in

Seaxas from now on.”

Her opinion was in unison with the other relatives of the Smiths. “Show us evidence that you’re a

member of Glamour Pavilion. We’ll naturally be convinced if you do.”

“She spent money to buy a counterfeit, disguising it as authentic. And she even used Glamour

Pavilion’s name to flatter herself. Isn’t she just exaggerating?”

Glamour Pavilion had been established for many years. However, the leading figure had changed

many times, but no one was aware of their identities. People only knew even the president of the

Association of Literary Scholars had to be respectful of the figure. It was more than enough to show

that the figure had a pivotal position in Seaxas.

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“Miss Grey, please make up a more convincing lie. It’s full of loopholes. Do you think it’s that easy to

fool us?”

Old Mr. Smith, who was sitting at the head of the table, could not stay still. He gripped his walking stick

tightly, and his palm was full of cold sweat. He was actually more concerned than he appeared to be.

“Child, whether the gift is fake or authentic doesn’t matter to me. Can you tell me the truth? I won’t

blame you at all.”

Today was his birthday. He did not expect such a big mistake to happen because of the birthday gift,

nor did he expect Jane Smith to make a big deal out of this matter. Now that the matter had reached its

climax, Jane would definitely not let it go. If Old Mr.” Smith did not pursue the issue, the reputation of

the Smith family would be implicated.

After much thought, the only way to salvage the situation was for Rachel to lower her head and admit

her mistake.

Although he had wronged this girl, it was better than kneeling in public, right?

Rachel looked up at the old man and was about to speak when Louis interjected, “Today is Grandpa’s

birthday. You should apologize for causing a ruckus regardless of your gift’s authenticity.”

His tone was unquestionably commanding.

Rachel narrowed her eyes and sneered. “Causing a ruckus? Louis Smith, just because you’re blind

doesn’t mean everyone here is too!”

Everyone present knew very well that things had come to this point because the Smith family was

being unreasonable.

Unfortunately, with the Smith family’s current prestige, no one dared to voice their anger.

Mr. Lewis, who was among the crowd, said timidly, “Miss, if you’re a member of Glamour Pavilion, why

don’t you show us your proof?”

As long as Rachel proved herself, she could resolve her predicament instantly.

Unexpectedly, Rachel said flatly, “No.”

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Mr. Lewis was at a loss for words:

This was the first time he had seen such a self–righteous person in his life.

Just as the atmosphere fell into a strange silence, a loud and clear voice suddenly sounded out. “It’s

lively at the Smith’s today.”

Everyone looked over and saw an old man in a gray suit walking over leisurely.

He wore a watch on his left hand, while his right hand was behind his back. Some of his hair was

graying at his temples. He had a polite and kind smile, but his gaze was sharp and full of vigor.

Mr. Lewis hurriedly stood up to welcome Mr. Griffin. “I’m sorry to trouble you. You even had to make a

trip yourself.”

Someone asked, “Who is this old man?”

“You don’t even know Mr. Griffin, the collector of ancient literature!” The person’s voice was trembling.

“Ah, I believe you should have heard of the consultant of Glamour Pavilion?”

That person exclaimed, “Glamour Pavilion?”

Then, they looked at Rachel sympathetically. “She brought it upon herself!” they thought.

It seemed things for Miss Grey would not end up well today.

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