Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668 

Yann pressed his lips together. “Miss Grey, if I may be so bold, how did you manage to figure it out?”

Only moments ago, one of his subordinates had called to inform him that the codes on both the car frame and engine had been tampered with, rendering them impossible to trace.

If Rachel wasn’t the mastermind behind it all, how had she managed to deduce the truth?

Rachel was not at all perturbed by Yann’s audacity.

She replied nonchalantly. “Just a stroke of luck.”

Yann was speechless.

He inhaled deeply, composing himself, and adopted an earnest demeanor as he sought her insight. His manner of addressing her grew exceedingly respectful. “In that case, what do you believe was the purpose behind the culprit’s actions?”

The primary motive, of course, was to target David.

However, he couldn’t fathom why the perpetrator would take such a roundabout approach.

He knew that disassembling and reassembling a car was an intricate process,

particularly when incorporating an autonomous driving system.

Noticing his baffled demeanor, Rachel patiently explained, “The purpose was to ensure that when the truth came to light, you wouldn’t be able to trace them. Preserving the appearance of the off-road vehicle was meant to mislead you. As you mentioned, both the car frame and the engine have unique codes. The perpetrator destroyed those codes to leave you with nothing to investigate.”

“Once you can’t trace them, you’ll broaden your search, suspecting those who lurk in the shadows. The real perpetrator can then easily blend in with your imagined adversaries.”

At her words, David’s eyes filled with affection and indulgence that no one had ever witnessed before.

His Rae-Rae was truly brilliant.

Her words, however, exposed the true power she had been concealing all along.

At the very least, to everyone present, Rachel’s expertise in car modifications went far beyond just idle tinke ring.

Her knowledge of automobiles had already surpassed that of both Billy and Yann.

At this moment, Yann’s impression of Rachel shifted significantly. He didn’t hold back, saying, “It’s a shame the adversary’s well-intended plan couldn’t come to fruition.”

Each word dripped with sarcasm aimed at the mastermind behind the scenes.

Rachel responded co olly, “Do you really think those three cars showing up at the T-junction was just a coincidence?”

“Wasn’t it to wait for us there?” Yann inquired.

Rachel glanced at him and sighed softly. “Those three vehicles were equipped with 4.0-liter

twin-turbocharged engines, capable of reaching up to 585 horsepower. If we hadn’t evaded in time, even our modified Rolls-Royce wouldn’t have saved us from a fatal crash.”

Thus, the appearance of the SUVs at the T-junction was no coincidence; it was a meticulously planned assassination attempt.

Upon hearing this, a wave of lingering fear welled up within Yann.

He had considered the outcome of the three cars colliding simultaneously, but never anticipated such a devastating and fatal result.

In previous assassination attempts, their enemies would typically only inflict injuries on their men, but now their audacity had grown bolder.

Their thoughts of taking down David became more and more unabashed.

On their return journey to Peckham Palace, with numerous pauses along the way, they finally reached the palace after a painstaking twenty minutes.

Yann opened the car door, watching Rachel and David walk away, still reeling from the shock.

He had initially believed her to be a decorative but useless ornament, yet now, it seemed Miss Grey was far from an ordinary young socialite.

Billy lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled a perfect smoke ring, and said nonchalantly, “Don’t lump. Miss Grey in with common, mundane women.”

She was, without a doubt, a fierce, unyielding force to be reckoned with!