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Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 144
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Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 144

The dagger cut through the air and stabbed straight at Rachel.

“Be careful…” Mr. Griffin’s expression changed drastically, and his pupils constricted.

Rachel seemed to have been prepared. When the thin man tried to stab her, she swiftly took a step to

the side. At the same time, she grabbed his wrist and bent it back forcefully. As a result, he let go in

pain and the dagger fell to the ground.

She kicked the dagger with the tip of her foot and it slid in front of Mr. Griffin.

Then, with a clean elbow strike, she tilted her shoulder and grabbed the man’s arm, throwing him over

her shoulder.

With a bang, dust flew everywhere.

The thin man was thrown to the ground and left in a sorry state. His thin body curled up on the ground

as he was in excruciating pain.

If Mr. Griffin was not busy cutting the rope, he would have jumped up and clapped his hands to

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applaud.

The fat man looked at his partner, who was in a sorry state, and his eyes instantly widened in shock.

“Damn it!”

As he spoke, he opened his arms and pounced at Rachel like a crazy gorilla.

Mr. Griffin quickly threw the dagger to Rachel. “Catch!”

She grabbed the dagger and pressed it against the fat man’s neck the moment he rushed

over.

Her lips curled into a seductive smile, like a blooming poppy. “I advise you not to move.”

“Who the hell are you?!” The thin man questioned as he gritted his teeth and tried to get up from the

ground with both hands.

In the end, Rachel mercilessly kicked him back to his original spot.

She shifted her gaze downwards to look at the thin man coldly. “Take me to see your higher-ups.”

One of the characteristics of Vince Sales was that they would search for all kinds of hooligans from all

over the country and send them to different areas to sell their goods. Each person could sell their

goods once at a time and was strictly not to appear in the

same area.

Everyone was assigned to superiors, and only the core members could see Vince.

If Rachel and the others wanted to find Vince’s whereabouts, the only way was to follow the trail of

these two people.

A glint flashed in the eyes of the skinny man who was being trampled on the ground. “Will you let me

go as long as I take you there?”

That will depend on your performance,” Rachel said calmly.

Five minutes later, the thin and fat men walked out of the unfinished building one after another, tied up.

“Nobody moves!”

Accompanied by messy footsteps, a group of armed SWAT officers surrounded them. “Hands on your

heads and squat on the ground!”

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Rachel’s eyebrows twitched.

She turned to look at Mr. Griffin, who was combing his hair with a small comb. “Did you call the police?”

“You must be joking,” Mr. Griffin said. “You really didn’t call the police?”

Rachel shook her head.

Unsurprisingly, the group was taken away.

When Rachel and the others got out of the car, they handed over their belongings and were brought

into the interrogation room by the staff.

At this moment, a group of people walked out from the other end of the corridor.

A man in a uniform walked in front and looked at the man in a suit beside him from time to time.

“Special Assistant Brook, thank you very much for the clues you provided. We will definitely investigate

this matter thoroughly and arrest the criminals as soon as possible!”

Bright early this morning, the car that the president of Stellar Corporation was in was attacked. Not only

was the car severely damaged, but the perpetrator also left a threatening letter.

Although Stellar Corporation was not as eye-catching as the Johnson family, it still had a significant

place in Seaxas.

At this moment, Eddie was not paying attention to the words of the people around him. Instead, he

looked at one of the interrogation rooms thoughtfully. “What crime did the people in here commit?”