Betrayal At The Altar

The banquet hall fell silent as soon as Jane Smith uttered those words.

No one had expected Jane, who was widely known as a refined young lady of the Smith family to be so unreasonable.

Although it was disrespectful for Rachel Grey to present a fake as a gift at Old Mr. Smith’s birthday banquet, it was not to the extent of kneeling and apologizing in public.

In the silence, Rachel suddenly chuckled. Her voice was ice–cold. “But what if it’s authentic?”

Jane turned around and met Rachel’s unfeeling eyes. A chill instantly rose from the bottom of her feet, and she forgot to answer Rachel for a moment.

Rachel patiently repeated the question. “What if it’s authentic?”

Jane suddenly came back to her senses. She cleared her throat and straightened her back. “If it’s authentic, I’ll kneel and apologize to you.”

“Jane Smith!” Mrs. Smith snapped.

“Mom, it’s fine. Do you really think she can afford 1.91 million dollars?” Jane raised her chin slightly and looked at Rachel triumphantly.

Jane was certain that Rachel’s pocket watch was a fake.

“You’d better keep your word.”

Upon hearing Rachel Grey’s words, Jane’s body tensed, and fear arose in her heart momentarily.

her words? What’s

Jane did not believe that Rachel could afford it at

acting all

was some commotion within the crowds as many seemed to be discussing amongst themselves. “But we’re not experts in this field. We wouldn’t dare make conclusions on our

anyone familiar with such things here?”

as the

they were just spectators. There was

I call him and invite him over? He has a certain level of authority in the antique dealing market. I believe the conclusion he gives will convince everyone.

Mr. Smith, who had been silent all this while, suddenly said, “Then I’ll have to trouble Mr. Lewis. Please invite him

Chapter Th

happening at the

couch. He picked up a teacup and glanced at the

Griffin, and the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile that revealed a hint of mystery. “I heard Mr. Griffin has some connections with the Johnson family in

hearing his words, Mr. Griffin’s eyes darkened. His gaze was like a sharp ice blade that stabbed straight at David. “Mr. Jones, I don’t know the reason for

was a

few days, but I don’t know what Mr.

Griffin narrowed his eyes and stared at the

the room and handed him the phone. “Mr. Griffin, there is a call from someone named