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?”

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

teeth. She then snorted coldly and left without

not help but complain, “Mom, Rachel is getting more and more out of control. We

glared at her daughter, her wrist throbbing slightly from pain as she

unwillingly, “All right.”

hiding the malicious intent in her

today’s slap, and someday, she would make Rachel kneel and beg for

the mother and daughter left, Rachel finally got a

after that, the door was pushed

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

pushed open the door was not

politely asked but with a hint

Eddie Brook.” Eddie politely nodded at her and added, “My boss has prepared a gift basket

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

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 stranger for no reason, especially when she was aware that David had feelings for her. If she accepted, it would be tantamount to agreeing to his