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

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

a dazed state, the

voice, “Stop asking and stay away from her.

Rachel dipped her head. It was apparent that

was filled with people. Rachel and Jason were slow to arrive,

Jockey Club. I’m truly honored.

Rachel recalled what

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

reality upon hearing Jason’s voice. “Does Mr. Porter have anything

was a faint 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

“What do you mean?”

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

that these people are

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

gazed at these people, a realization suddenly dawned

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

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

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

done with opening the champagne bottle, the crowd dispersed as the banquet hall

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

the private

It wasn’t that she wanted to refuse their inspection,

someone opened the door from inside and said,

a glance at the bodyguard nearest to Rachel, whereupon he meekly stepped

at Rachel, Lila said, “This is our rule, Miss Hudson. Please raise your

moment before raising