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.

his identity. For a moment, he clenched his fists by his side and took

moment, he had to remain calm and not act as if he

recognize a formidable person and provoked Rachel previously,

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

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

Cultural Relics Bureau said this, not only were the

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

also deduce the other party’s forgery technique and

ago, she even helped the police solve a smuggling

superb was her cultural relic restoration technique. It was simply superb, and no

the legendary

restorer.

nature. However, this group of people

countless images of Rachel in her mind. she thought he might be an elderly man with white hair, a person with glasses, or an unfathomable expert.

that it would be a

scene were even more

of the situation had

administrative jacket, and

up, those who should

one of them said.

moment and quickly took a step

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

saw the middle–aged man walking

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

she was so calm.

still had another trump

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

in this case, he, a mere police chief, would probably

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

smiled. “This is

asked, “Who is this person?”

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

that mean that this room is filled with big shots that we

wait and see.”

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