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.

take back her words? What’s done

dollars. Jane did not believe that Rachel

acting all arrogantly after the result

to be discussing amongst themselves. “But we’re not experts in this field. We wouldn’t dare make conclusions

there anyone familiar with

as soon as

they were just spectators. There was no need

at Rachel with a complicated expression. Then, he took a step forward and said respectfully, “I’ve met the antiquarian, Mr. Griffin, a few times. Why don’t I call him and invite him over? He has a certain level of

Smith, who had been silent all this while, suddenly said, “Then I’ll have to trouble

Chapter Th

something was happening at the Glamour

a teacup and glanced at the man sitting opposite him. “I wonder what business Mr. Jones

Mr. Griffin, and the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile that revealed a hint of mystery. “I heard

was like a sharp ice blade that stabbed straight at David. “Mr. Jones, I don’t know the reason for your engagement with the Johnson family, but I’ll be straightforward with you… You can’t touch the

Griffin’s tone was calm, but there was a certain aggression felt in his

me, Mr. Griffin,” David explained calmly. “I’d like to visit you in a few days, but I don’t know

his eyes and stared at the man in front

entered the room and handed him the phone. “Mr. Griffin, there is a