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?”

bodyguard,

“A mole?”

a sudden,

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

dazed state, the woman slowly retracted

a small voice, “Stop asking and stay away from her.

It was apparent that Jason knew

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

someone was heard speaking over a microphone. “Hi, I’m Randall Baxter. Thanks for coming to this event organized by the Jockey Club. I’m truly honored. I

Rachel recalled what Jolly had

the founders of the Jockey

snapped back to reality upon hearing Jason’s voice. “Does Mr.

smile on Jason’s face. “Well, the reason the Jockey Club has so much influence is all thanks to Mr. Porter. You see, all of the guests here are the wealthiest people in Riverdale. It’s easy to

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think it’s just a

eyes darkened. “Are you saying that these people

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

Rachel gazed at these people,

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

in their hands, those from the Investigation Bureau wouldn’t dare to make a

sinking as the bustling banquet turned into something else in her eyes. These people with bright smiles on their faces were like moving captives to

champagne bottle, the crowd dispersed as the

away from the stage. When Jason saw Dillon

“Let’s go. Mr. Porter wants

When they reached the private room,

took a step back. It wasn’t that she wanted to refuse their

the door from

whereupon he meekly stepped

Rachel, Lila said, “This is our rule, Miss Hudson.

moment before raising her hands as she was