Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 17

Jane watched on with excitement beside them, cheering in her mind. Her eyes widened in amazement.

After all, with that slap, Rachel’s face would definitely swell up like a balloon.

Mrs. Smith’s hand sliced through the air, creating a sharp wind around it. However, just when it was about to strike Rachel’s cheek, it was stopped.

It was because Rachel had taken hold of the attacking hand. Seeing this, Mrs. Smith could not help but stare at her in disbelief.

Mrs. Smith struggled instinctively but found that she could not break free from Rachel’s tight grasp. A hint of panic flashed across her eyes as she exclaimed, “Rachel, what are you trying to do?!”

Rachel gripped Mrs. Smith’s wrist more tightly, and a mocking smile broke across her face. She leaned toward Mrs. Smith and whispered in the latter’s ear, sarcasm and mockery lingering in her voice, “Since childhood, I have been taught to respect the elderly and love the young. But if Mrs. Smith insists on being stubborn, I don’t mind showing you the view from the 15th floor.”

“You!” Mrs. Smith glared at her with fury. Her face had turned red. With gritted teeth, she exclaimed, “Rachel, you will pay for your disrespect toward me! Louis will never forgive you!”

Hearing that, Rachel chuckled and shoved the woman’s hand away. “What does it matter to me if he forgives me or not?”

her high heels and nearly fell to the ground, though Jane managed to catch her

Mrs. Smith gritted her teeth. She then

of the hospital ward, Jane could not help but complain, “Mom, Rachel is getting more and more out of control. We have to give

pain as she

unwillingly,

the malicious intent

someday, she would make Rachel kneel and beg for

Rachel finally got a

that, the door

and lifted her gaze toward the door, saying, “Will

who had pushed open the door was not Mrs. Smith but a stranger dressed in a black suit.

smoothed out the annoyance on her eyebrows and politely asked but

Miss Grey. I am Mr. Jones’s special assistant, Eddie Brook.” Eddie politely nodded at her and added, “My boss has prepared a gift basket for

woman like Rachel immediately understood that “Mr. Jones” was David

Mr. Jones’s kindness, but I cannot accept it since I have done nothing for him. You should take these back with you.” After all, Rachel did not like to accept something from a