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.

her imperceptibly and walked straight to

There are so many elders here. Don’t you

cold smile. Her cold gaze swept across everyone in

the time are called elders. Do you think you people… are worthy of being

had hurt

elegant and noble, but their actions were despicable

not get even with them was already the greatest tolerance she had for the group of people in front of her. It was simply wishful thinking for her to bow down and

this moment, a woman in a purple dress

was young, she was also a rare beauty. Unfortunately, as time went by, her exquisite and beautiful

the Smith family, she often mocked Rachel. Now that she knew that Rachel had

women make a show. With so many

you’ve forgotten where

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 ladder? Rachel,

a short laugh, but 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