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.

Morris’s attitude, it was not difficult to guess his identity. For a moment, he clenched his fists by his

remain calm and not act as if he

formidable person and provoked

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

and his tone was even harsher than before. “Although I don’t know who deliberately stirred

were

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

to observe thoroughly, but she could also deduce the

she even helped the police solve a smuggling case.

was most superb was her cultural relic restoration technique. It

in the institute praised the legendary deeds of

restorer.

their nature. However, this group of people had no right to be arrogant

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

she had never thought that it would be a very

reporters at the scene

situation had

lead was wearing an administrative jacket, and there were a few people following behind

blew things up, those who should be alerted and those who shouldn’t be alerted had all been alerted.

one of them

was stunned for a moment and quickly took

group of people walked through the door. The middle–aged man in the lead

he saw the middle–aged man walking in.

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

wonder she was so calm.

still had

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

accidentally gotten involved in this case, he, a mere police

walked forward and greeted, “Mr. Clinton, why did such a small matter alert you?”

Clinton smiled. “This is no

is this

from his outfit, he’s definitely someone we can’t

filled with big

and

heard Mr. Clinton speak again. “I have the evidence you want.”