Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 668

Yann pressed his lips together. “Miss Grey, if I may be so bold, how did you manage to figure it out?”

Only moments ago, one of his subordinates had called to inform him that the codes on both the car frame and engine had been tampered with, rendering them impossible to trace.

If Rachel wasn’t the mastermind behind it all, how had she managed to deduce the truth?

Rachel was not at all perturbed by Yann’s audacity.

She replied nonchalantly. “Just a stroke of luck.”

Yann was speechless.

He inhaled deeply, composing himself, and adopted an earnest demeanor as he sought her insight. His manner of addressing her grew exceedingly respectful. “In that case, what do you believe was the purpose behind the culprit’s actions?”

The primary motive, of course, was to target David.

However, he couldn’t fathom why the perpetrator would take such a roundabout approach.

He knew that disassembling and reassembling a car was an intricate process,

particularly when incorporating an autonomous driving system.

Noticing his baffled demeanor, Rachel patiently explained, “The purpose was to ensure that when the truth came to light, you wouldn’t be able to trace them. Preserving the appearance of the off-road vehicle was meant to mislead you. As you mentioned, both the car frame and the engine have unique codes. The perpetrator destroyed those codes to leave you with nothing to investigate.”

“Once you can’t trace them, you’ll broaden your search, suspecting those who lurk in the shadows. The real perpetrator can then easily blend in with your imagined adversaries.”

At her words, David’s eyes filled with affection and indulgence that no one had ever witnessed before.

His Rae-Rae was truly brilliant.

Her words, however, exposed the true power she had been concealing all along.

At the very least, to everyone present, Rachel’s expertise in car modifications went far beyond just idle tinke ring.

Her knowledge of automobiles had already surpassed that of both Billy and Yann.

moment, Yann’s impression of Rachel shifted significantly. He didn’t hold back, saying, “It’s a

with sarcasm aimed

you really think those three cars showing up at the T-junction was just

it to wait for us there?” Yann

glanced at him and sighed softly.

If we hadn’t evaded in time,

T-junction was

this, a wave of lingering fear

outcome of the three cars colliding simultaneously, but never anticipated such

only inflict injuries on their men, but

David became

Palace, with numerous pauses along the way, they finally reached the

opened the car door, watching Rachel and David walk away, still reeling

to be a decorative but useless ornament, yet now, it seemed Miss Grey was far from

ring, and said nonchalantly, “Don’t lump. Miss Grey in with

was, without a doubt, a fierce, unyielding

Miss Grey from the wealthiest

before not to underestimate someone our

“We

main issue at hand!” With that, Yann opened the door and hopped into

end, upon returning to Peckham Palace, Rachel instinctively slipped out of her high heels and padded barefoot to the sofa, flinging herself into the

suit jacket and unfastened his diamond cufflinks, leisurely rolling up his sleeves. “Did

the same off-road vehicle that had charged at them

it under her head as she observed David head towards the open kitchen.

approached Rachel, offering her a glass of freshly squeezed orange

a G-Wagon, using his design

arched an eyebrow, hardly surprised by her

young lady like Miss

the juice, taking a sip.

don’t appear to be

his lips lifting ever