Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 108

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 108

Mr. Griffin smiled and exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Lewis. When he looked up, he noticed Rachel Grey sitting on a chair. The smile on his lips gradually deepened.

He walked past Mr. Lewis and quickly approached Rachel. “Child, why are you here?”

This left everyone dumbfounded.

Could it be that Mr. Griffin knew Rachel seeing how he addressed her amiably?

Jane Smith panicked. She had a bad feeling about this. Her eyes trembled as she looked at the inconspicuous pocket watch on the table.

Was that thing really from Glamour Pavilion?

But wasn’t Rachel from the countryside?

Rachel had no power, nor was she an influential figure. What right did she have to become a

member of Glamour Pavilion?

Rachel put down the teacup in her hand and asked casually, “Has Glamour Pavilion started selling counterfeits?”

“What are you talking about, you brat!” Mr. Griffin reprimanded, but there was no anger on his face. “You know I hate counterfeits the most. With me around, there is no way those counterfeits will be able to make their way into Glamour Pavilion.”

Mr. Griffin was not only the president of the Association of Literary Scholars in Seaxas, but

also a consultant for Glamour Pavilion.

Every item would have to be appraised by him before they could make their way into Glamour Pavilion. Hence, there would be no counterfeits in Glamour Pavilion.

“Then why don’t you take a look at that pocket watch?” Rachel raised her eyebrows and turned to the pocket watch on the table.

Mr. Griffin followed her gaze and couldn’t help but smile. “Is there a need for that? You…“.

Rachel suddenly raised her head and gave him a meaningful look. Mr. Griffin instantly understood her intentions, so he did not continue.

“Okay… I’ll have a look,” Mr. Griffin said as he subconsciously glanced at Rachel.

But Rachel seemed indifferent. One would have thought that this matter had nothing to do with her.

Mr. Griffin cleared his throat and fished a magnifying glass from his chest pocket, then carefully studied the embedding of the diamonds and the craftsmanship of the gold work. “This is authentic.”

Those three words were like a slap to Jane’s face. Her face instantly turned pale, and her legs almost gave way.

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