Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia novel Chapter 191

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 191

The heavy atmosphere made it difficult for Eddie to breathe. He sighed to himself. As expected, no matter how mighty and wise a man was, a calm man could not escape being preoccupied with love. 

He secretly took a deep breath and said carefully, “Sir, I heard that the Smith family is preparing for the anniversary celebration. Miss Grey happens to be on the invitation list. Should we…” 

“No need.” David knew what Eddie meant. “Send someone to keep an eye on her. Don’t let anyone get in her way.” 

“Huh?” Eddie exclaimed in disbelief. 

His master was really magnanimous! 

He knew that that person from the Smith family was Miss Grey’s ex–fiancé, but he still let Miss Grey do whatever she wanted. 

Thinking about how the incumbent treated his predecessor. Which one of them didn’t regard the latter as a sworn enemy? 

Could it be that David was playing hard to get and retreating in order to advance? 

Just as he was brainstorming and imagining a romance drama, he heard the man’s cold voice. “Don’t you understand?” 

His deep and cold voice was like water submerged under a glacier, revealing a bone–chilling coldness. 

Eddie quickly came back to his senses and replied, “Understood!” 

As soon as he finished speaking, the other party hung up. 

Eddie sighed faintly. Then, he followed David’s instructions. 

In the blink of an eye, it was the day of the Smith family’s anniversary celebration. 

In order to cater to the Smith family’s current identity, they specially chose the Hilton Hotel. 

At this moment, the Smith family members were standing at the entrance of the hotel, awaiting Rachel’s arrival. 

However, as time passed, the sky steadily darkened, and impatience 

increasingly appeared in their eyes. 

“What does Rachel mean? Don’t tell me she’s deliberately ignoring us!” 

“Our Smith family is giving her face by showing her favor, but she’s putting on airs!” 

“I already told you not to invite her, but you didn’t listen. Now, you’ve let her slap your face for no reason!” 

Accompanied by the chatter around him, Old Mr. Smith’s expression gradually darkened. 

He held the walking stick in his hand and pounded the ground heavily. He scolded in a low voice, “Shut up, all of you!” 

Seeing that the old man was angry, no one dared to say anything else. They only looked at each other and silently complained to each other using their eyes. 

At this moment, Olivia, who was in the crowd, said gently, “Grandpa Smith, all the guests have arrived. Why not all of you go in and entertain the guests? I’ll stay here and wait for Miss Grey.” 

Her soft and gentle tone vividly displayed a ladylike gentleness. 

Old Mr. Smith glanced at Olivia. 

Olivia was wearing a white gown that day. Her dark brown curly hair fell naturally behind her back, making her look as graceful as an angel descending from heaven.