Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 775

Chapter 775 

After a while, Lone Wolf was carried by the buzz–cut man’s people into the room. 

Lone Wolf’s face was pale, but his clothes were neat. It was obvious that they had just been changed before he was carried here. 

As Lone Wolf approached, the smell of blood that lingered on his body became stronger. 

Rachel frowned slightly, and her pretty face was covered with a layer of coldness. 

She got up quickly and walked toward him. “Are you okay?” 

Upon hearing her voice, Lone Wolf slowly raised his head. The moment he saw Rachel, he was a little stunned, and there was a momentary trance in his eyes. 

His throat was dry and tense. He opened his mouth and said with difficulty, “Why are you here?” 

“To save you, of course,” said Rachel. 

“I don’t need you to save me!” Lone Wolf said firmly, “You have to leave 

now!” 

Ever since he fell into Ronnie’s trap, he hadn’t had the intention of leaving alive. 

Lone Wolf had long heard of Ronnie’s methods though he didn’t know Ronnie’s background. 

There was only one outcome for those who caused trouble in Ronnie’s territory, and that was to be killed. 

Lone Wolf had long thought that he would not be able to leave unscathed after falling into Ronnie’s hands. 

However, he had not expected Twelve to have appeared here, too. 

Rachel smelled the strong smell of blood on his body and frowned slightly. “Are your injuries serious?” 

“No, they aren’t,” Lone Wolf said without thinking. 

Rachel raised her chin a little. Her delicate face was covered with a cold 

aura. “Show me your hands.” 

Lone Wolf looked at her and hesitated for a moment before slowly extending his hands. 

All the nails on his hands were forcefully pulled out, and his fingers were badly mauled, which made Rachel’s heart tighten for some reason. 

As the hacker of the Red Flame Army and the leader of the intelligence department, Lone Wolf used his hands to make a living, but now, they had been ruined like this. 

Rachel frowned, and there was a layer of coldness in the depths of her eyes. She looked grimly at Ronnie, who was sitting on the chair. 

Sensing her gaze, Ronnie shrugged. “Don’t look at me like that. He wanted to kill me. I’ve already saved your face by crippling only his hands.” 

Ronnie was not a magnanimous person. Compared to those who were broad–minded or muddled along in life, he liked to pay his enemies back in their own coin. 

Therefore, though Ronnie clearly knew that Lone Wolf’s hands were used to make a living, he especially asked someone to pull out all Lone Wolf’s nails. 

As the saying goes, one’s fingers are linked to one’s heart, so Lone Wolf must have been in great pain. Ronnie did not believe that Lone Wolf would not learn. 

Rachel naturally knew that Ronnie must have had it done on purpose. She took a deep breath and looked up at Eddie, who was standing outside the door. “Send him to the hospital.” 

Eddie nodded, walked in, and then walked out with Lone Wolf. 

When Lone Wolf left, he looked back again and again. His eyes were filled with faint sadness. 

Seeing Lone Wolf’s pretentious expression, Ronnie could not help but pout. He said in a faintly cold voice, “If you are reluctant to leave, why don’t you leave your life behind?” 

Hearing this, Lone Wolf knew that he couldn’t stay any longer. 

Rachel came here because of him. He knew that he had already 

implicated her, so he didn’t want to cause any more trouble. 

After Lone Wolf left, Ronnie raised his legs and placed them on a footstool. There was a faint smile on his face, but his eyes were cold. “Don’t forget what you said before. From now on, if anyone from the Red Flame Army dares to cause trouble in my territory, they won’t be able to walk out alive.” 

“Of course,” Rachel said. 

As soon as she finished speaking, Ronnie suddenly stood up. “Let’s go. Play a round with me.” 

When Ronnie and his people left, Rachel suddenly staggered. 

David reacted quickly and held Rachel’s arm firmly. He looked at her unusually pale face, and his eyes were filled with worry. “What’s wrong?” 

Rachel rubbed her temples and massaged them for a moment before shaking her head. “I’m fine.” 

When Ronnie saw her abnormal expression, his hands in his pockets clenched, and he choked back the words on his lips. Then he calmed himself down and looked at the buzz–cut man. “Make a cup of coffee and bring it here.” 

Rachel, Ronnie, and other people sat at the gambling table. The buzz–cut man handed a cup of coffee to Rachel. “Miss Grey, have some coffee, please.” 

Rachel nodded slightly but did not pick up the cup. 

Seeing that she was on guard, Ronnie chuckled. “I’m not used to poisoning people.” 

“Mr. Diekens, you are worrying too much.” 

While speaking, Rachel picked up the cup beside her. 

The moment she lifted the cup cap, her expression froze. 

The smell of coffee was mixed with a faint medicinal fragrance, which was difficult to detect. 

However, Rachel had taken too many medicines made from herbs since she was young, so she was especially sensitive to the smell of herbs. 

She took a sip of the coffee. Its taste was not as bitter as she had