Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 472

Chapter 472

Rachel thought of the person who bumped into her earlier, and a cold glint flashed across her eyes.

“Miss Grey.” Rachel heard a familiar voice call out to her from behind.

Rachel turned around and saw Darcy.

She said in surprise, “Darcy,”

“Are you looking for this?” Darcy walked forward and handed the phone to Rachel.

When Rachel saw the phone, her eyes flickered slightly. She then broke into a smile. “Thank you.”

She took the phone and asked casually, “Where did you find it?”

Darcy said with a deadpan expression, “I saw what happen by coincidence.” Coincidence again.

Darcy noticed the indifference in Rachel’s eyes. He lowered his eyes to hide his self-deprecating expression. “Miss Grey, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first.”

“Okay.” Rachel watched Darcy leave in silence.

She knew that she should not have doubted Darcy.

However, after what had happened recently, it was difficult for her not to suspect that Darcy had other motives.

Even if she disregarded the pickpocket’s motive, she would have expected the person to have fled the scene immediately. How could Darcy have caught up with him and sn*tched the phone back from him?

Unless Darcy knew the other party’s intentions right from the start.

If everything was as she had expected, then what had Darcy protected her from harm all these years?

Soon, the driver pulled up in front to pick up Rachel.

Rachel got into the car immediately. As she looked up at the gradually thickening night sky, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with contemplation.

After dark, the city of Seaxas was transformed into a colorful and dynamic playground for partygoers.

Darcy drove straight to a bar.

The bar exuded an atmosphere of romance, with dim lighting and plush, opulent__ decor that set the mood for intimacy.

He was impressed at Darcy’s resourcefulness.

Darcy had found their hiding place without much difficulty. The place, which used to be a dock, had been transformed into a bar.

There was nothing Darcy could not do.

In the dark corridor, Darcy walked straight to the innermost private room.

The door swung open. Hell’s crossed legs were resting on the corner of the table. He held a dart in his hand and stabbed it at the man on the wall.

The man was so brutally beaten that his face was unrecognizable. He stared in fear at the darts directed at him, and his entire body trembled uncontrollably. His hands and feet were tied up, and he had nowhere to escape.

“Since you’ve come to look for me, you’ve saved me the trouble of looking for you.” Hell said, thrusting a dart into the ear of the man.

The man howled in pain as blood flowed from his ear.

Darcy glanced at Hell indifferently. He then pulled out a chair and sat in front of