Betrayal At The Altar

“You don’t know yet?!” Mary looked at Rachel in disbelief.

She was here to take the things she had left in Rachel’s office last night. Unexpectedly, she saw a post about Rachel on the Internet on the way.

She then sped up and hurried over. To her surprise, Rachel knew nothing about it.

Mary couldn’t help cursing herself for being too anxious.

Rachel took a sip of coffee and said casually, “Your things are on the sofa.” As she spoke, she calmly opened the web page on her computer.

It was a post about the Smith family’s anniversary celebration. In the comments section, someone anonymously posted a link that was pinned.

As soon as Rachel clicked on the link, she saw another post.

“Shocking news! Erotic photos of the fiancée of Smith Group’s CEO!”

Not much was said in the post, but Rachel immediately saw the photos of herself with almost nothing on.

face turned pale and

the origin of these

taken after she was

had happened that day. Louis asked her out for dinner after work. He

pick her up. Just as

injected an unknown liquid into her neck, causing her to black out

woke up in a daze, she saw a few masked people aiming cameras at her while putting her

fought to the death with those people but failed to stop them from

she had destroyed all the

Rachel had voluntarily taken these photos to get paid, and she had deliberately hidden her disgraceful profession and fabricated her identity and

grabbed the mouse so tight that her knuckles turned pale. She couldn’t help but tremble all

a deep breath to calm herself down before

betrayed her, but it turns out that she’s a

such a cold beauty

for Mr. Smith. How hapless to be pestered

said with a frown, “Rachel, are these photos real? What the hell

just worried about her. Under what circumstances would Rachel take such photos?