Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402 

Rachel thought that no one had noticed what she had done. Little did she know that Old Mr. Smith’s trusted aide had already reported everything he saw to Old Mr. Smith. 

“Do you mean that the manager of Joyce’s personally went out to 

welcome her?” Old Mr. Smith put down the cup in his hand and suddenly looked up at the butler beside him. 

“Absolutely.” The butler sized up the expression on Old Mr. Smith’s face. After pondering for a moment, he said again, “Miss Grey and the 

manager seem to be old acquaintances. Unfortunately, I was standing too far away to hear their conversation.” 

Hearing this, Old Mr. Smith narrowed his eyes and stared at the cup in his hand gloomily. 

Joyce’s was a place in Seaxas where many high–ranking officials and rich men liked to relax. They came here to show off their extraordinary temperament. 

Over the years, countless cafes had been opened in Seaxas. Only Joyce’s remained standing. 

It was enough to prove that the boss of Joyce’s was powerful. 

Joyce’s had an important status in Seaxas, so the manager here naturally became proud and would not come out to welcome anyone easily. 

But now, he was being so respectful to Rachel. It was truly unbelievable. 

At this moment, footsteps gradually became clearer at the door. 

“You can leave first.” Old Mr. Smith came back to his senses and glanced at the butler. “No one is allowed to enter without my permission.” 

“Yes.” 

After the butler walked out of the door, he was not surprised to meet Rachel who was about to enter. 

He nodded slightly and called out respectfully, “Miss Grey.” 

“Is Old Mr. Smith inside?” 

“Old Mr. Smith has been waiting for you for a long time.” 

As he spoke, the butler turned his body slightly and made way for her at the door. 

Rachel adjusted her breathing slightly and walked into the private room. 

Old Mr. Smith sat in front of the coffee table. When he saw Rachel’s figure, a loving smile appeared on his face. “You’re here.” 

“Didn’t you call me here?” Compared to Old Mr. Smith’s loving smile, Rachel was much colder. 

She put down her bag and sat on the seat at the side. She looked down at the time on her watch. “If you have something to say, just say it.” 

Old Mr. Smith could not help but shake his head and sigh when he saw how distant and indifferent her words and actions were. 

Finally, he handed the folder to Rachel. “Keep this well.” 

Rachel looked down at the document bag in front of her and hesitated for half a second before reaching out to take it. 

Seeing the transfer letter in her hands, a cold and obscure smile appeared on her lips.