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, she’s

“A mole?”

of a sudden, Jason started

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

in a dazed state, the woman

asking and stay away from her. She’s someone that even Mr. Porter

Rachel dipped her head. It was apparent that Jason

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

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 especially have to thank Mr. Porter for

what Jolly

one of the founders of

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

you saying that

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

Rachel gazed at these people,

wasn’t what the organizer purported it to be, and the risk they had to bear increased year by year. If this cruise ship was inspected by the authorities,

those from the

in her eyes. These people with bright smiles on their faces were like moving captives to her

the crowd dispersed as the banquet hall became lively

in a spot that was far away from the stage. When Jason

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

they reached the private room, two male bodyguards stopped them and uttered, “We’ll have to

she wanted to

from inside and said,

at the bodyguard nearest to Rachel, whereupon he meekly stepped aside.

said, “This is our rule, Miss Hudson. Please raise

a moment before raising her hands as