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

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

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

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

a moment, and his tone was even harsher than before. “Although I don’t know who deliberately stirred up trouble, the situation

of the Cultural Relics Bureau said this, not only were the people present shocked, but even Jamie,

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 other party’s forgery technique and process based on the traces

years ago, she even helped the police solve a smuggling

restoration technique. It was simply

institute praised the

restorer.

abilities would definitely have a certain amount of arrogance in their nature.

imagined countless images of Rachel in her mind. she thought he might be an elderly man with white

it would be a very

scene were even more dumbfounded.

reversal of the situation had completely exceeded their

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

should be alerted and those who shouldn’t

one of

and

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

the middle–aged

his gaze landed on Rachel, and his

wonder she was

still had another

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

accidentally gotten involved in this case, he, a mere police chief, would probably never have

from his palms. He walked forward and greeted, “Mr. Clinton, why did such a

smiled. “This is no small matter.”

“Who is this person?”

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

that mean that this room is filled with big shots that we can’t afford

wait and see.”

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