Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

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Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 75

Louis’s face was slapped to the side.

Rachel was so furious that she showed no mercy at all.

A clear palm print appeared on Louis’s face.

He tilted his head and poked his swollen and painful cheek with the tip of his tongue. After a while, he

stared at Rachel with a sinister gaze.

At this moment, Mr. Justin rolled up his sleeves and wobbled toward Louis. He said with a faint smile as

if he were upholding justice. “Hey, where did this woman come from? How dare you hit Mr. Smith? Do

you know who the man in front of you is? This is

our…”

However, when he approached Rachel and saw her face clearly, he seemed glued to the ground. His

words stopped abruptly and he froze on the spot like a real Turkey.

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He instantly sobered up and stared at Rachel in horror. Cold sweat unconsciously broke out on his

back.

After a long time, he strained his neck, swallowed hard, and stammered, “Ms. Gr…”

Rachel darted a cold glare at him.

Mr. Justin hurriedly shut up.

His intuition was telling him that he shouldn’t leave right now to avoid trouble.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Smith. It suddenly occurs to me that I have a meeting in the afternoon. Thank you for

your hospitality today.”

As he spoke, Mr. Justin carefully bypassed Rachel and frantically

ran away.

“Mr. Justin, Mr. Justin…” Louis drew his eyebrows together when seeing Mr. Justin fleeing.

While he was in a daze, Rachel turned around, about to leave.

“Stop!” Louis strode forward and grabbed Rachel’s wrist. “Rachel, you haven’t answered my question! I

know that our splitting up came as a terrible blow to you, but why did you humiliate yourself?”

The next second, his arm was grabbed by a large hand.

The grip was extremely hard as if the comer wanted to crush Louis‘ wrist.

In pain, Louis subconsciously loosened his grip on Rachel’s wrist, but he was suddenly thrown aside.

Irritated, Louis looked up and saw a handsome face.

There was a layer of coldness in the man’s eyes as if it would freeze Louis the next moment.

Louis frowned and looked David up and down. “Who are you?”

“The car is parked outside. Let’s go.” David ignored Louis‘ question and turned to look at Rachel.

Rachel nodded and strode out without hesitation.

Louis subconsciously chased after Rachel, but the man moved quickly and stood in Louis‘ way.

The man stared at Louis calmly as if he were looking at a dead person. His voice was filled with a

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chilling deterrence. “Don’t let me see you pestering her again.”

Louis gritted his teeth and stood rooted to the ground.

David then shot a disdainful look at Louis.

Aware that David was seeing Louis as if Louis were rubbish, Louis felt a sudden surge of humiliation.

“Who is this man on earth?”

his relationship with Rachel?” Louis kept asking himself.

David returned to the car and caught sight of the red mark on Rachel’s wrist. A cold glint flashed across

his eyes and he spoke, “How long can the Smith family hold on without your help?”

“Let it go,” Rachel said. “Don’t interfere.”

Before she could finish speaking, David approached her with a cold aura. Rachel froze.

“Are you still missing him?”

David turned up the corners of his mouth, but his eyes remained cold.

Rachel frowned slightly and asked, “Can’t I tell good from bad?”

Upon hearing this, David smiled with his eyes full of interest and answered teasingly, “You are so

indifferent to my kindness, so sometimes you really can’t.”

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