Betrayal At The Altar

Rachel followed the man in black to the front of the car. Eddie, who was in the front passenger seat, said respectfully, “Miss Grey, please.”

Rachel raised her eyebrows slightly, bent down, and got into the car. She then pretended to be surprised and said, “What a coincidence. I didn’t expect to meet you here.”

She gave David a sickly smile.

David looked at the subtle coldness in Rachel’s eyes and his thin lips curved up. “Ms. Grey, haven’t you known about it?”

“Stellar Corporation,” Rachel said coldly.

She was not surprised that David was Stellar Corporation’s CEO.

However, she had a feeling that David had multiple identities.

David’s eyes met hers and a hint of affection flashed across his eyes. “Shall we have lunch together?”

“Sure,” Rachel answered without hesitation.

They didn’t have lunch at Lansen Restaurant. Instead, they went to Rachel’s favorite restaurant, Best Fry.

Best Fry was located in a courtyard in an alley. It had been a dilapidated courtyard house, but it was later developed into a private clubhouse with a quaint two–story building.

Pushing open the vermilion double doors of the courtyard, guests could see a pair of sky–blue porcelain jars. Lotuses floated on the water, and it could be vaguely seen that koi fish was playing under the lotus leaves.

were faced with a staircase that led straight to the private room on the second floor. At the foot of the stairs was a pond surrounded by

smoke hung in the air above the

the pavilion, and guests could vaguely see a graceful woman in costume humming a

David into the private room. Seeing the boss of

should be the actual

the dishes were served, David helped Rachel to the food. He lifted his head and met Rachel’s gaze. “Would you like to come back

“I have other

“I’ll send you there in a while.”

one o’clock in the

as Rachel and David were about to leave, Rachel received a call from Old Mr. Smith. “Rachel, it’s me. You haven’t come to play chess with me for a

am fully occupied recently,

It’s my 80th birthday in a few days. Please attend the celebration. I am old now. All I want to

to return the bracelet that Old Mr.

Old Mr. Smith had called Rachel, she had no choice but

“Okay.”

I’ll be waiting for

the door of Best Fly and

their way out of the private room on the first floor in twos and threes. The