Betrayal At The Altar

The middle–aged man in the lead was wearing an administrative jacket, and there were a few people following behind him, including Adrian.

Great. Because of a group of reporters who blew things up, those who should be alerted and those who shouldn’t be alerted had all been alerted.

“Hello, excuse me,” one of them said.

Eddie was stunned for a moment and quickly took a step back.

The group of people walked through the door. The middle–aged man in the lead said, “I’ll help her prove it.”

David squinted when he saw the middle–aged man walking in.

Then, his gaze landed on Rachel, and his thin lips curled up imperceptibly.

No wonder she was so calm.

So she still had another trump card.

Morris, who was standing at the side, watched as yet another big shot appeared and inexplicably felt his blood boil.

If not for the fact that Rachel had accidentally gotten involved in this case, he, a mere police chief, would probably never have seen such a gathering of big shots in his life.

Morris recovered from his shock and wiped the sweat from his palms. He walked forward and greeted, “Mr. Clinton, why did such a small matter alert you?”

Mr. Clinton smiled. “This is no small matter.”

Someone asked, “Who is this person?”

“I don’t know him, but judging from his outfit, he’s definitely someone we can’t afford to offend.”

“Doesn’t that mean that this room is filled with big shots that we can’t afford to offend!?!”

“Let’s wait and see.”

As everyone discussed softly, they heard Mr. Clinton speak again. “I have the evidence you want.”

He gestured for Jamie, who was following behind him, to pass the document to the reporter in front of him.

When the reporters saw the red–stamped brown paper bag, they immediately felt like it was a hot potato.

They looked at each other. No one dared to open it rashly for fear that they would touch some core secret that they should not touch.

Mr. Clinton, but seeing Morris’s attitude, it was not difficult to guess his identity. For a moment, he clenched his fists by his side and took a

moment, he had to remain calm and not act as if he had never seen much

had failed to recognize a formidable person and provoked Rachel previously, he could not help but feel his knees go

front of him with a serious expression. “Miss Grey is not a suspect. She’s a first–class Cultural

than before. “Although I don’t know who deliberately stirred up trouble, the situation this time is serious. We will cooperate with

this, not only were the people present shocked, but even Jamie, who was following behind him, was

she heard that there used

able to observe thoroughly, but she could also deduce the other party’s forgery technique and process based on the traces of the

the police solve a smuggling

It was simply superb, and no one could compare to it.

the institute praised the legendary

restorer.

with brains and abilities would definitely have a certain amount of arrogance in their nature. However, this group of people had no right to

countless images of Rachel in her mind. she thought he might be an elderly man with white hair, a person

she had never thought that it would be

at the scene were even

of the situation had

and there were a few people following behind him, including Adrian.

who blew things up, those who should be alerted and those who

excuse me,” one of

and quickly took a

walked through the door. The middle–aged man in the

saw the middle–aged

gaze landed on Rachel, and

was so

still had another

who was standing at the side, watched as yet another big shot appeared

accidentally gotten involved in this case, he, a mere police chief, would probably never have seen such a gathering of big

sweat from his palms. He walked forward and greeted,

Clinton smiled. “This is no

“Who is this

but judging from his outfit, he’s definitely someone

filled with big

wait and

they heard Mr. Clinton speak again.