Betrayal At The Altar

Rachel was wearing a burgundy velvet suit with a black lace sling inside. The female sexiness in her capable and decisive

temperament was evident. Her long hair was casually tied into a simple bun, and a few strands of hair hung down from her temples, exuding a casual charm.

She exuded an innate pride and confidence as she walked over step by step without looking sideways.

She carried herself with an aura that was difficult for one to ignore.

This kind of aura was innate, deeply engraved in her bones day after day. It was as if everything in the world was under her control. Olivia couldn’t stand Rachel’s pride the most. It was as if nothing in this world could hit her fancy.

In Olivia’s eyes, Rachel was just a person born in the countryside who had no power or influence and Rachel had nothing to show off in front of her.

The disgust and hatred in Olivia’s eyes flashed across, replaced by a gentle smile on her face. “Rachel, long time no see.”

Rachel glanced at her expressionlessly. Her cold and steady voice sounded. “You really don’t take your lesson!”

Olivia lowered her eyes and looked like she was about to cry. “Rachel, are you still not forgiving me?”

As she spoke, she reached out to pull Rachel’s arm.

Rachel avoided her imperceptibly and walked straight to Old Mr.

you blind? There are so many elders here. Don’t you

lips curled into a cold smile. Her cold gaze swept across everyone in the hall as she said frostily, “Those who have watched

are called elders. Do you think you people… are worthy of

present had hurt

noble, but their actions were despicable and

tolerance she had for the group of people in front of her. It was simply

look down on us.” At this moment, a woman in a purple dress spoke in a sarcastic tone. She sized

rare beauty. Unfortunately, as time went by, her

Rachel. Now that she knew that Rachel had been chased out of the

make a show. With so many women here, they were enough to drown Rachel

now, but you’ve forgotten where you come from!”

enough to bring you back to the Smith family back then, you wouldn’t even know where you are now! Why are you looking down on us now that you’ve climbed up the social

a terrifying coldness in the depths of her almond–shaped eyes. “Do you think you’re qualified to talk about conscience with me? Have you forgotten that if it weren’t for me, the Smith