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.

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

act as if he had never

formidable person and

group of reporters in front of him with a serious expression. “Miss Grey is not a suspect. She’s a first–class Cultural Relic Restorer and our special

a moment, and his tone was even harsher than before. “Although I don’t know who deliberately stirred up trouble, the situation this time is serious. We will cooperate with the relevant departments to

person in charge of the Cultural Relics Bureau said this, not only were the people

the Cultural Relics Bureau, she heard that there used to be a particularly powerful cultural relic appraiser

could also deduce the

she even helped the police solve a smuggling

relic restoration technique. It

institute praised the legendary deeds

restorer.

definitely have a certain amount of arrogance in their nature. However, this group of people had

thought he might be an elderly man with white hair, a person with glasses, or an unfathomable expert.

that it

scene were even more dumbfounded.

reversal of the situation had completely exceeded their

an administrative jacket, and there were a few people following behind him,

blew things up, those who should be alerted and

me,” one of

for a moment and quickly took a step

through the door. The middle–aged man in the lead said, “I’ll

saw the middle–aged man walking in.

Rachel, and his thin lips

she was so calm.

had another

standing at the side, watched as yet another big shot appeared and inexplicably felt his

this case, he, a mere police chief, would probably never have seen such a gathering of big shots

shock and wiped the sweat from his palms. He walked forward and greeted, “Mr.

smiled. “This is no small matter.”

asked, “Who is this person?”

don’t know him, but judging from his outfit, he’s definitely someone we can’t afford

mean that this room is filled with big shots that we

wait and

everyone discussed softly, they heard Mr. Clinton speak