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?”

to the ground, though Jane

teeth. She then snorted

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

her wrist throbbing slightly from pain as she said, “Don’t provoke her unless you

unwillingly, “All

the

would never forget today’s slap, and someday, she would make Rachel kneel and

left, Rachel finally got a

immediately after that, the door was pushed open

her eyebrows with annoyance and lifted her gaze toward the door, saying, “Will you

that the person who had pushed open the door was not Mrs. Smith but a stranger dressed

politely asked but with a

am Mr. Jones’s special assistant, Eddie Brook.” Eddie politely nodded at her and added, “My boss has prepared

immediately understood that “Mr. Jones” was

to accept something from a stranger for no reason, especially