Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 279

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 279 What Is Happening

Eleanor’s countenance darkened. The look on her face was as if she had a thousand knives stabbing

at her.

Rachel looked up at everyone. Aware that she could not hide this matter from them, she could only

nod.

Tom frowned slightly, giving her a frosty stare that could freeze the sun. “When do you intend to bring

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him here to meet us?”

“He’s on a business trip. It’s not convenient at the moment,” Rachel replied.

Tom’s eyes were fixed on Rachel. After a while, he said offhandedly, “Rae–Rae, you’re still young. You

have to learn to be wary of people. Otherwise, you may get cheated.”

Rachel seemed to have the feeling that Tom seemed to know something.

Since Tom had not exposed her, she decided to continue to act dumb.

“Yes, I know.”

Eleanor glanced at the sky outside and started to look worried. “Rae–Rae, it’s getting late. Stay here for

the night.”

Rachel shook her head. She wanted to give David a call that night.

“I’ve some matters to attend to. I’ll stay over another time.”

“All right then. Be careful on your way home.” Eleanor watched as Rachel stood up. She, too, stood up.

When they were at the door, Eleanor reminded Lucas, “Send Rae–Rae home and come back quickly.

You’re already an adult. You shouldn’t be hanging around her all the time. What if someone gets the

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wrong idea?”

Lucas was rendered speechless by Eleanor’s remark.

Lucas opened the car door and suddenly squinted. He looked at the forest path up in front, and a cold

glint appeared in his eyes.

Rachel saw Lucas standing in front of the car door and did not get in for a long time. “What’s wrong?”

As she spoke, she followed Lucas’s line of sight and saw a car shielded by the darkness.

Although she could not see the license plate clearly, she vaguely recognized

Louis was certain that he was missing some important information. However, the more he wanted to

investigate, the more elusive the information was.

He raised his hand to massage his throbbing temples and ordered his assistant coldly, “Head back to

the Smith residence.”