Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David)
Chapter 159

Chapter 159

The middle–aged man in the lead was wearing an administrative jacket, and there were a few peoplefollowing behind him, including Adrian.

Great. Because of a group of reporters who blew things up, those who should be alerted and thosewho shouldn’t be alerted had all been alerted.

“Hello, excuse me,” one of them said.

Eddie was stunned for a moment and quickly took a step back.

The group of people walked through the door. The middle–aged man in the lead said, “I’ll help herprove it.”

David squinted when he saw the middle–aged man walking in.

Then, his gaze landed on Rachel, and his thin lips curled up imperceptibly.

No wonder she was so calm.

So she still had another trump card.

Morris, who was standing at the side, watched as yet another big shot appeared and inexplicably felthis blood boil.

If not for the fact that Rachel had accidentally gotten involved in this case, he, a mere police chief,would probably never have seen such a gathering of big shots in his life.

Morris recovered from his shock and wiped the sweat from his palms. He walked forward and greeted,“Mr. Clinton, why did such a small matter alert you?”

Mr. Clinton smiled. “This is no small matter.”

Someone asked, “Who is this person?”

“I don’t know him, but judging from his outfit, he’s definitely someone we can’t afford to offend.”

“Doesn’t that mean that this room is filled with big shots that we can’t afford to offend!?!”

“Let’s wait and see.”

As everyone discussed softly, they heard Mr. Clinton speak again. “I have the evidence you want.”

He gestured for Jamie, who was following behind him, to pass the document to the reporter in front ofhim.

When the reporters saw the red–stamped brown paper bag, they immediately felt like it was a hotpotato.

They looked at each other. No one dared to open it rashly for fear that they would touch some coresecret that they should not touch.

Don did not know Mr. Clinton, but seeing Morris’s attitude, it was not difficult to guess his identity. For amoment, he clenched his fists by his side and took a deep breath.

At this moment, he had to remain calm and not act as if he had never seen much of the world.

However, when he thought about how he had failed to recognize a formidable person and provokedRachel previously, he could not help but feel his knees go weak.

Mr. Clinton looked at the group of reporters in front of him with a serious expression. “Miss Grey is nota suspect. She’s a first–class Cultural Relic Restorer and our special advisor.”

He paused for a moment, and his tone was even harsher than before. “Although I don’t know whodeliberately stirred up trouble, the situation this time is serious. We will cooperate with the relevant

departments to investigate thoroughly!”

When the person in charge of the Cultural Relics Bureau said this, not only were the people presentshocked, but even Jamie, who was following behind him, was stunned.

When she first entered the Cultural Relics Bureau, she heard that there used to be a particularlypowerful cultural relic appraiser here.

Not only was she able to observe thoroughly, but she could also deduce the other party’s forgerytechnique and process based on the traces of the counterfeit.

Three years ago, she even helped the police solve a smuggling case.

However, what was most superb was her cultural relic restoration technique. It was simply superb, andno one could compare to it.

Everyone in the institute praised the legendary deeds of this godly

restorer.

People with brains and abilities would definitely have a certain amount of arrogance in their nature.However, this group of people had no right to be arrogant in front of Rachel.

Jamie had imagined countless images of Rachel in her mind. she thought he might be an elderly manwith white hair, a person with glasses, or an unfathomable expert.

However, she had never thought that it would be a very young woman.

The reporters at the scene were even more dumbfounded.

The reversal of the situation had completely exceeded their expectations.

The middle–aged man in the lead was wearing an administrative jacket, and there were a few peoplefollowing behind him, including Adrian.

Great. Because of a group of reporters who blew things up, those who should be alerted and thosewho shouldn’t be alerted had all been alerted.

“Hello, excuse me,” one of them said.

Eddie was stunned for a moment and quickly took a step back.

The group of people walked through the door. The middle–aged man in the lead said, “I’ll help herprove it.”

David squinted when he saw the middle–aged man walking in.

Then, his gaze landed on Rachel, and his thin lips curled up imperceptibly.

No wonder she was so calm.

So she still had another trump card.

Morris, who was standing at the side, watched as yet another big shot appeared and inexplicably felthis blood boil.

If not for the fact that Rachel had accidentally gotten involved in this case, he, a mere police chief,would probably never have seen such a gathering of big shots in his life.

Morris recovered from his shock and wiped the sweat from his palms. He walked forward and greeted,“Mr. Clinton, why did such a small matter alert you?”

Mr. Clinton smiled. “This is no small matter.”

Someone asked, “Who is this person?”

“I don’t know him, but judging from his outfit, he’s definitely someone we can’t afford to offend.”

“Doesn’t that mean that this room is filled with big shots that we can’t afford to offend!?!”

“Let’s wait and see.”

As everyone discussed softly, they heard Mr. Clinton speak again. “I have the evidence you want.”

He gestured for Jamie, who was following behind him, to pass the document to the reporter in front ofhim.

When the reporters saw the red–stamped brown paper bag, they immediately felt like it was a hotpotato.

They looked at each other. No one dared to open it rashly for fear that they would touch some coresecret that they should not touch.

Don did not know Mr. Clinton, but seeing Morris’s attitude, it was not difficult to guess his identity. For amoment, he clenched his fists by his side and took a deep breath.

At this moment, he had to remain calm and not act as if he had never seen much of the world.

However, when he thought about how he had failed to recognize a formidable person and provokedRachel previously, he could not help but feel his knees go weak.

Mr. Clinton looked at the group of reporters in front of him with a serious expression. “Miss Grey is nota suspect. She’s a first–class Cultural Relic Restorer and our special advisor.”

He paused for a moment, and his tone was even harsher than before. “Although I don’t know whodeliberately stirred up trouble, the situation this time is serious. We will cooperate with the relevantdepartments to investigate thoroughly!”

When the person in charge of the Cultural Relics Bureau said this, not only were the people presentshocked, but even Jamie, who was following behind him, was stunned.

When she first entered the Cultural Relics Bureau, she heard that there used to be a particularlypowerful cultural relic appraiser here.

Not only was she able to observe thoroughly, but she could also deduce the other party’s forgerytechnique and process based on the traces of the counterfeit.

Three years ago, she even helped the police solve a smuggling case.

However, what was most superb was her cultural relic restoration technique. It was simply superb, andno one could compare to it.

Everyone in the institute praised the legendary deeds of this godly

restorer.

People with brains and abilities would definitely have a certain amount of arrogance in their nature.However, this group of people had no right to be arrogant in front of Rachel.

Jamie had imagined countless images of Rachel in her mind. she thought he might be an elderly manwith white hair, a person with glasses, or an unfathomable expert.

However, she had never thought that it would be a very young woman.

The reporters at the scene were even more dumbfounded.

The reversal of the situation had completely exceeded their expectations.