My Mute Bride

Chapter 315 The Upper Class and the Underground Circle

After Dillon finished speaking, he wanted Rachel to follow him to a private room. Just as Rachel was about to reject him, a woman’s voice was heard coming from behind Dillon. “Young Master Porter, the banquet is about to start.”

Finding the voice familiar, Rachel looked at the source of it and saw a young woman standing among the crowd. Her appearance wasn’t outstanding, but no one could neglect her when she spoke.

Rachel felt her heart skipping a beat as she stared fixedly at the woman.

She sported a short, clean-looking hairstyle while her body was clad in a black one-piece dress. Her tanned-skin appeared rather out of place in a hall where most women had fair skin. Furthermore, she looked like someone who was supposed to be practicing pistol-shooting in a shooting range instead of a woman clad in an evening dress in a banquet hall.

An impatient Dillon refuted, “Can’t you see that I’m busy?”

“All of them are waiting for you to open the champagne bottle.”

Her attitude was neither arrogant nor subservient. After a moment of deadlock, Dillon eventually gave in. “Alright, we’ll do that first.”

Then, he turned to look at Rachel. “Come with us, Miss Hudson.”

Rachel came to her senses and nodded with a polite smile.

After that, Dillon shuffled forward while the woman merely walked alongside him. Looking at her straight back, Rachel felt that she must have met her before.

“Who is she, Jason?”

“Lila Hart. She’s Mr. Porter’s bodyguard.”

“What?” Rachel was startled. “A female bodyguard?”

“Of course. Do you think she looks like a man? However, I heard that she’s better at fighting than most men, so don’t offend her. Even Mr. Porter has to listen to her.”

His words puzzled Rachel.

“Why? Isn’t she just a bodyguard?”

than a bodyguard, she’s

“A mole?”

sudden, Jason started

saw Lila staring at her. She shuddered as the woman seemed to be warning

dazed state,

uttered in a small voice, “Stop asking and stay away

hearing that, Rachel dipped her head. It was

people. Rachel and Jason were slow to arrive, so they could only stand in a place that was

a microphone. “Hi, I’m Randall Baxter. Thanks for coming to this event organized by the Jockey Club. I’m truly honored. I especially have to thank Mr. Porter

what

Baxter—he’s one of the founders of the Jockey

reality upon hearing Jason’s voice.

guests here are the wealthiest people in Riverdale. It’s easy to become a part of the upper class in

“What do you mean?”

a meaningful look. “Do you think it’s just a normal event on

eyes darkened. “Are you saying that these people are here for

Jason lowered his voice. “We do have some outsiders here to conceal the nature of

people, a realization suddenly dawned upon

they had to bear increased year by year. If this cruise ship was inspected by the authorities, the outsiders who scrambled to attend this event would be used as a cover-up. If those who engaged in illegal trades couldn’t flee, they

they had the captives in their hands, those from the

bustling banquet turned into something else in her eyes. These people with bright smiles on their

opening the champagne bottle, the crowd dispersed as the banquet hall became lively

and Jason were standing in a spot that was far away from the stage. When Jason saw Dillon beckoning to

then said, “Let’s go. Mr. Porter wants us to head to the private

When they reached the private room, two

that she wanted to refuse their inspection, but the

the door from inside

glance at the bodyguard nearest to Rachel, whereupon he meekly stepped aside. It seemed like

“This is our rule,

for a moment before