Betrayal At The Altar

Chapter 192

“Louis, bring Olivia in first,” Mrs. Smith said.

Everyone was standing there. If the guests found that there was no reception, it would definitely invite gossip.

Louis nodded and left with Olivia.

After the pair left, Jane indignantly said, “This Rachel must have done it on purpose!”

Mrs. Smith glared at her. “Stop talking! Be careful that your Grandpa will punish you behind closed doors!”

Upon hearing this, Jane could only resentfully shut her mouth.

She had not been allowed to leave the house for an entire month ever since Grandpa’s birthday banquet previously, when she had been punished that way.

If it weren’t for the fact that today was the Smith Group’s anniversary celebration, she might not have had the chance to go out until now even if she begged!

Standing beside her, Mrs. Smith was filled with anxiety. Her hands, which were hanging by her sides, were tightly clenched into fists.

She had already arranged for the reporters inside. If Rachel did not come today, wouldn’t her plan be ruined?

As time dragged on, everyone’s expressions were as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof.

Even Old Mr. Smith, who had always been calm, could not help but panic.

Based on his understanding of Rachel, since she had promised him, she would definitely not go back on her word for no reason.

Could it be that someone had leaked the news and let her know the actual arrangements for this anniversary celebration?

At the same time, a white Bentley Continental gradually came into view. Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Linda, who was sitting in the front passenger seat, saw the Smith family members standing at the entrance of the hotel and could not help but

mutter softly, “Why are all of them standing here? Could it be that they’re waiting for someone?”

Rachel looked up and narrowed her eyes. Her red lips curled into a mocking smile. “They’re waiting for me.”

In the car after dinner a few days ago, Mary had explained the relationship between Rachel and the Smith family to her and Jessica.

The moment she found out that Rachel had been abandoned because of her identity, Linda could not help but say, “They’re really blind!”

Therefore, when she heard Rachel’s words and looked at the actions of the Smith family, she could not figure out what the Smith family was up

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“They’re trying to fawn over me!” Rachel said calmly.

In the three years with the Smith family, she knew their faces the best.

It was nothing more than seeing that she still had connections that they could make use of!

The car slowly came to a stop and Rachel got out.

She nodded gently at Old Mr. Smith, who was standing in the front, and called out, “Old Mr. Smith.”

Although it was just a simple greeting, Old Mr. Smith could sense that it was different from before.

He forcefully swallowed the bitterness he felt and pasted on a smile as he walked into the hotel.

“Rachel, we were all talking about you just now!” Second Aunt Smith. squeezed out of the crowd and walked up to Rachel with a smile. “The timing is just right. Let’s go in quickly.”

Rachel glanced at her expressionlessly. “I’m more used to your previous arrogant attitude.”

When everyone heard this, they could not help but reveal gloating smiles.

After Second Aunt Smith had gotten a rebuff, she no longer bothered to pretend.

In the banquet hall, everyone was dressed to the nines and leisurely

drinking. The atmosphere was relaxed and harmonious.

With the sound of high heels clicking on the ground, everyone’s gaze turned to the door.

The door of the hall was pushed open, and Rachel walked in.

Compared to everyone’s gorgeous clothes, Rachel, who was dressed in business attire, looked a little out of place.

Her tall and slender figure looked thin, but every move she made had an imposing manner that was difficult to ignore.

This aura was innate. As days passed, it was deeply engraved in her bones. It was as if everything in the world was in the palm of her hands.

Rachel raised her chin slightly. The chandelier reflected a bright light that outlined her face that was like cold jade. The corners of her mouth curled up casually, revealing a faint sharpness that could not be concealed.

She was like a blooming poppy bringing with it a lethal force.

“Who is this woman?” someone in the crowd asked.