Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 298 Old Mr. Smith’s Subtlety

Although Rachel was aggressive, as the boss of Johnson Corporation, she could not do as she pleased too much.

“But those few slaps of yours just now were really too satisfying! I felt. comfortable watching from the side.” As Mary spoke, she suddenly thought of something, and a trace of hesitation flashed across her eyes. “However, I’m worried that the Smith family and the Cruise family will find trouble with. you, especially the Smith family…”

Actually, Mary hated people like Old Mr. Smith the most.

Old Mr. Smith was full of fake benevolence and morality. He pretended to be benevolent, but he was actually full of shrewd schemes.

Rachel looked calm and indifferent. “The Smith family is dispensable to me.” In the past, Rachel had been very sincere to the Smith family only because she mistook Louis for someone she had been searching for.

For the sake of Louis, Rachel tried her best to tolerate everyone in the Smith. family.

But Rachel would not that stupid anymore.

Rachel would not show mercy to Louis, much less tolerate the Smith family.

When Mary heard this, she felt a little relieved. “Although we didn’t buy clothes, you taught those two bitches a hard lesson. This trip wasn’t a loss.”

As they were talking, Eddie in a suit and leather shoes walked over.

Eddie walked up to them and called out respectfully, “Hello, Miss Grey, Miss

Green.‘

Eddie. “Do we know each

had no impression of the

“You’re Miss

to Rachel, the

her eyebrows calmly. “Why are you here?”

to pick you up,”

moved aside slightly, and Rachel saw the familiar black Rolls–Royce

opened, the man

of the car. His face was deep and three–dimensional, like a work of art. His entire body exuded a dazzling

noble aura.

saying a word, he gave off a feeling that others needed to look up to

sigh in her heart. Such a top–notch man could

trash Louis in

Rachel walked up to David with a smile. Her charming eyes

out and hugged Rachel’s slender waist. “Does your hand hurt?”

gentle voice sounded from above. Rachel shook her head. “No, how could I be injured?”

How can it not hurt? You’re just used to being strong alone.” David held Rachel’s hand and kneaded it gently. “Now that you have me,

her heart could not help

always easily poke the softest spot in

herself down. She tried her best to maintain a steady

after a