Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 105

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 105

The banquet hall fell silent as soon as Jane Smith uttered those words.

No one had expected Jane, who was widely known as a refined young lady of the Smith family to be so unreasonable.

Although it was disrespectful for Rachel Grey to present a fake as a gift at Old Mr. Smith’s birthday banquet, it was not to the extent of kneeling and apologizing in public.

In the silence, Rachel suddenly chuckled. Her voice was ice–cold. “But what if it’s authentic?”

Jane turned around and met Rachel’s unfeeling eyes. A chill instantly rose from the bottom of her feet, and she forgot to answer Rachel for a moment.

Rachel patiently repeated the question. “What if it’s authentic?”

Jane suddenly came back to her senses. She cleared her throat and straightened her back. “If it’s authentic, I’ll kneel and apologize to you.”

“Jane Smith!” Mrs. Smith snapped.

“Mom, it’s fine. Do you really think she can afford 1.91 million dollars?” Jane raised her chin slightly and looked at Rachel triumphantly.

Jane was certain that Rachel’s pocket watch was a fake.

“You’d better keep your word.”

Upon hearing Rachel Grey’s words, Jane’s body tensed, and fear arose in her heart momentarily.

But how could she take back her words? What’s done was done.

Moreover, that was 1.91 million dollars. Jane did not believe that Rachel could afford it at all.

Jane wanted to see how Rachel would continue acting all arrogantly after the result of the appraisal was out.

There was some commotion within the crowds as many seemed to be discussing amongst themselves. “But we’re not experts in this field. We wouldn’t dare make conclusions on our own.”

“Is there anyone familiar with such things here?”

Silence ensued as soon as the man finished speaking.

At the end of the day, they were just spectators. There was no need to offend anyone by standing out.

Mr. Lewis looked at Rachel with a complicated expression. Then, he took a step forward and said respectfully, “I’ve met the antiquarian, Mr. Griffin, a few times. Why don’t I call him and invite him over? He has a certain level of authority in the antique dealing market. I believe the conclusion he gives will convince everyone. What do you think?”

Old Mr. Smith, who had been silent all this while, suddenly said, “Then I’ll have to trouble Mr. Lewis. Please invite him over.”