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Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 98
Rachel was wearing a burgundy velvet suit with a black lace sling inside. The female sexiness in her capable and decisive
temperament was evident. Her long hair was casually tied into a simple bun, and a few strands of hair hung down from her temples, exuding a casual charm.
She exuded an innate pride and confidence as she walked over step by step without looking sideways.
She carried herself with an aura that was difficult for one to ignore.
This kind of aura was innate, deeply engraved in her bones day after day. It was as if everything in the world was under her control. Olivia couldn’t stand Rachel’s pride the most. It was as if nothing in this world could hit her fancy.
In Olivia’s eyes, Rachel was just a person born in the countryside who had no power or influence and Rachel had nothing to show off in front of her.
The disgust and hatred in Olivia’s eyes flashed across, replaced by a gentle smile on her face. “Rachel, long time no see.”
Rachel glanced at her expressionlessly. Her cold and steady voice sounded. “You really don’t take your lesson!”
Olivia lowered her eyes and looked like she was about to cry. “Rachel, are you still not forgiving me?”
As she spoke, she reached out to pull Rachel’s arm.
However, Rachel avoided her imperceptibly and walked straight to Old Mr. Smith’s room.
Jane was furious when she saw her arrogant look. “Rachel, are you blind? There are so many elders here. Don’t you have the manners to greet them?”
Rachel’s lips curled into a cold smile. Her cold gaze swept across everyone in the hall as she said frostily, “Those who have watched
me grow up and care for me all the time are called elders. Do you think you people… are worthy of being my elders?”
Everyone present had hurt her before.
Everyone appeared elegant and noble, but their actions were despicable and shameless.
The fact that Rachel did not get even with them was already the greatest tolerance she had for the group of people in front of her. It was simply wishful thinking for her to bow down and curry favor with them!
“Look at your outfit. Looks like you’ve climbed up the social ladder, so now you look down on us.” At this moment, a woman in a purple dress spoke in a sarcastic tone. She sized up Rachel with a faint smile.
The woman in front of Rachel was married to Louis’s second uncle. When she was young, she was also a rare beauty. Unfortunately, as time went by, her exquisite and beautiful oval face turned into her current sharp and mean face.
Previously, when Rachel was in the Smith family, she often mocked Rachel. Now that she knew that Rachel had been chased out of the Smith family, she became even more unscrupulous.
As the saying goes, three women make a show. With so many women here, they were enough to drown Rachel with saliva.
“You’re all dressed up now, but you’ve forgotten where you come from!”
“If Louis hadn’t been kind enough to bring you back to the Smith family back then, you wouldn’t even know where you are now! Why are you looking down on us now that you’ve climbed up the social ladder? Rachel, you have no conscience at all!”
Rachel gave a short laugh, but there was a terrifying coldness in the depths of her almond–shaped eyes. “Do you think you’re qualified to talk about conscience with me? Have you forgotten that if it weren’t for me, the Smith family would have gone bankrupt long ago? Am I the one who has no conscience or you people!”
“How dare yon!” Mrs. Smith slammed the table and stood up to her feet. “Rachel, what kind of place do you think this is? Do you think you can behave atrociously at will?”
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