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.

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

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

formidable person and provoked Rachel previously, he could not help but feel

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 advisor.”

his tone was even harsher than before. “Although I don’t know who deliberately stirred up trouble, the situation this time is serious. We

person in charge of the Cultural Relics Bureau said this, not only were the people present shocked, but even Jamie, who was

that there used to be a particularly

deduce the other party’s forgery technique and

even helped the

was her cultural relic restoration technique. It

the legendary deeds of

restorer.

nature. However,

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

that it

scene were even

the situation had completely exceeded

jacket, and there were a few

group of reporters who blew things up, those who should be alerted and those who shouldn’t be alerted had all

me,” one of them

moment and

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

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

and his thin

wonder she was

still had another trump

side, watched as yet another big shot appeared and inexplicably

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

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

smiled. “This is no small matter.”

asked, “Who is this

him, but judging from his outfit, he’s definitely

this room is filled with big shots that we

and see.”

they heard Mr. Clinton speak again.