Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 472

Rachel thought of the person who bumped into her earlier, and a cold glint flashed across her eyes.

“Miss Grey.” Rachel heard a familiar voice call out to her from behind.

Rachel turned around and saw Darcy.

She said in surprise, “Darcy,”

“Are you looking for this?” Darcy walked forward and handed the phone to Rachel.

When Rachel saw the phone, her eyes flickered slightly. She then broke into a smile. “Thank you.”

She took the phone and asked casually, “Where did you find it?”

Darcy said with a deadpan expression, “I saw what happen by coincidence.” Coincidence again.

Darcy noticed the indifference in Rachel’s eyes. He lowered his eyes to hide his self-deprecating expression. “Miss Grey, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first.”

“Okay.” Rachel watched Darcy leave in silence.

She knew that she should not have doubted Darcy.

However, after what had happened recently, it was difficult for her not to suspect that Darcy had other motives.

pickpocket’s motive, she would have expected the person to have fled the scene immediately. How could Darcy have caught up with him and sn*tched the

party’s intentions right

she had expected, then what had Darcy

pulled up in

immediately. As she looked up at the gradually thickening night sky, her almond-shaped eyes

was transformed into a colorful and dynamic playground

straight to a

exuded an atmosphere of romance, with dim lighting and plush, opulent__

a writhing mass of bodies pulsing to the beat of the music. Occasionally, their bodies would inadvertently brush against each other as they exchanged amorous glances. They were moving

crowd as he walked steadily toward the

bar counter saw Darcy,

the

him

man instinctively moved his hand to his waist, he heard Darcy speak in a calm voice, “This is Seaxas. I advise

this, the man gritted his teeth and glared indignantly at

me in, or should I go in myself?” Darcy asked coldly as

end of the phone chuckled and gave the man