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.

swept across everyone in the hall as she said frostily, “Those who

me all the time are called elders. Do you think you people… are worthy of being my elders?”

hurt

their actions were

was already the greatest tolerance she had for the group of people in front of her. It was simply wishful thinking for her

now you look down on us.” At this moment, a woman in

a rare beauty. Unfortunately, as time went by, her exquisite and beautiful oval face

in the Smith family, she often mocked Rachel. Now that she knew that Rachel had been chased out

a show. With so many women

all dressed up now, but you’ve forgotten

are now! Why are you looking down

there was 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 family would have gone bankrupt long ago? Am I the one who has no conscience or you people!”