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.

know 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

and not act as if he had never seen much

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

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

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

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

that there

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

even helped the police solve

what was most superb was her cultural relic restoration technique. It was simply superb, and no one could

in the institute praised the legendary deeds

restorer.

of arrogance in their nature. However, this group

in her mind. she thought he might be

that it

at the scene were

had completely

jacket, and there were a few people following behind

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

me,” one

for a moment and quickly took a step back.

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

the middle–aged man

and his

wonder she was

had another trump

at the side, watched as yet another big shot appeared

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

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

Clinton smiled. “This is no

“Who is this

outfit, he’s

room is filled with big shots

and

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