Betrayal At The Altar

At this moment, David walked over and extended his hand to her. “Miss Grey, are you willing to have a meal with me?”

“Sure.” Rachel cooperated and put on a condescending posture. She placed her hand in David’s palm.

The moment their skin touched, David grabbed her hand.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The door of the private room opened and the two of them walked out. Rachel noticed some men in black were following them but she just raised her eyebrows slightly without batting an eyelid.

She realized that they were employed by David.

Warmth flashed across her heart, and a gentle smile appeared on her moist red lips.

All these years, she was used to being strong and facing everything on her own.

Just like today’s matter, she could complete it independently without anyone’s help, but David still helped and protected her in his own way.

If she won, he would be the icing on the cake. If she was defeated, he would back her up.

He had told her to do whatever she wanted. If anything disastrous happened, he would be there to help.

He was proving it to

her grip on David’s hand and stared at him without blinking.

David seemed to have sensed something. He turned to

met without

be filled with infinite gentleness, like an endless black

a moment. Her eyes flickered slightly,

lowered her eyes.

celebration ended on

out of the hall with ashen faces. Coincidentally, they met Rachel and

saw the two of them, the Smith family members‘ expressions

gently tugged at the corner of Louis‘ shirt. She knew who they were but she still asked, “Louis, don’t

line of

His tall and straight figure exuded an innate noble aura. Even though it was just his back

heels, she was still shorter

only did Rachel not lose out to any aura,