Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 665

Led by the butler, Rachel and David arrived at the Water Cloud Courtyard in the southeast corner. There was a

clear pond in front of lush vegetation. The irises looked delicate and fish could be seen swimming under the leaves.

Old Mr. Jones sat under a nearby pavilion, dressed casually and playing a game of chess.

The chess board was an 8-by-8 grid, and the game was still ongoing with no clear winner between the black and

white pieces. The black pieces seemed to be dominating, but their strength was dwindling. while the white pieces

were in a disadvantageous position but remained in control.

All it took was a slight change in strategy and the black pieces would lose the entire game.

Old Mr. Jones was clearly aware of the situation. He fiddled with the chess piece using his fingertips. and didn’t

place it down for a while.

Hearing footsteps, he slowly widened his eyes and glanced at Rachel. A subtle cold glint flashed in his

eyes.

David took a step forward and placed a chess piece on the chess board.

Old Mr. Jones frowned and said in a deep voice, “You’ve been away for so long that you’ve forgotten the rules.”

“The outcome has been decided. Even if you don’t make a move, there’s nothing you can do to change the result,”

said David as he gazed at Old Mr. Jones.

“Nothing is absolute.” Old Mr. Jones took a sip from the cup next to him and said in a kind tone that also had a hint

of seriousness, “Despite my age, I can still discipline you if necessary.”

“I wouldn’t dare to disobey you,” replied David. He was hesitant to follow Old Mr. Jones’ teachings, but he still had

some respect for him. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

If he didn’t want to follow the Old Mr. Jones’ rules, he wouldn’t have brought Rachel to the old residence.

“Do you know how to play chess?” Old Mr. Jones changed the topic and pointed at Rachel.

The astonished Rachel replied, “I know just a little.”

Old Mr. Jones chuckled. “That’s humble of you.”

He put down the cup in his hand and gestured for Rachel to sit opposite him. “Fancy a game with me?”

Rachel replied calmly, “Of course, it’s better to obey than to be polite.”

She sat in front of the chess board and placed a white chess piece on it.

At that moment, Billy Jones entered from the outside. “Sir, I’ve brought everything.”

David shot Billy a look.

The latter went ahead and opened the leather suitcases that he had prepared.

The suitcases contained a pair of ceramic vases, a landscape art, and a painting from the 1800s.

“Rae-Rae prepared all of these for you,” David said without changing his expression.

Although Old Mr. Jones played his chess pieces aggressively, his face remained calm and emotionless. He said to

Rachel with a meaningful tone. “Miss Grey, you sure are thoughtful.”

“It’s

my first time here. It’s just a small token of my appreciation,” Rachel replied, calm and composed.

Faced with Old Mr. Jones’s showy moves. Rachel found a way to break out of the situation.

As she sealed off the path of the black pieces, Old Mr. Jones’s eyes narrowed slightly A faint cold glint flashed in his

eyes.

Despite finding an opening, he remained calm and composed, demonstrating a level of

temperament and strategy that was not commonly found in ordinary people.

As Old Mr. Jones started to fall behind in the final stages of the game, the butler stepped forward to pour him a cup

of coffee.

Just as the butler placed the cup on the table, his hand suddenly trembled.

The cup of coffee toppled and splashed all over the chessboard.

Old Mr. Jones was aware that the butler was assisting him, but the former put on a show of annoyance and berated,

“You’ve ruined a thrilling game of chess!”

Tm sorry for being careless,” explained the butler.

Old Mr. Jones dismissed the situation with a wave of his hand. “Never mind. Clean it up quickly. We have

embarrassed ourselves in front of our guest.”

The butler replied respectfully, “Right away.”

While the servants were cleaning up the place, Old Mr. Jones looked at Rachel again.

If he were playing a game of chess against someone else, the other party would have deliberately lost to him. At

worst, they would try to maintain their dignity and settle for a tie.

But Rachel went against the norm and refused to hold back her prowess. On the contrary, she fought even harder

when faced with a strong opponent, leaving no room for mercy.

She wasn’t acting on impulse. She merely wanted to use this game of chess to gain his approval.

“It’s Miss Grey’s first time here. Show her around and don’t neglect her,” Old Mr. Jortes instructed the butler beside

him.

The butler bowed slightly and looked at Rachel with a polite smile. “Miss Grey, please follow me.”

Rachel was well aware of Old Mr. Jones’s intentions. He probably had something to say to David

alone.

After bidding goodbye, she left with the butler.

David frowned, staring at Rachel as she departed.

He shot Billy a look.

The latter quickly caught on to his intentions and followed her.

Old Mr. Jones noticed David’s actions and snorted disapprovingly. “Is this place really that dangerous. to you?!”

“I wouldn’t deny that.”

As soon as he spoke, Old Mr. Jones placed the cup on the table.

With a dull thud, the place instantly fell silent.

Other than the rustling of the wind in the forest, it was as if everything in the world had turned into nothingness.

After some time, Old Mr. Jones spoke again, “As long as you marry Clifford family’s daughter, I won’t interfere with

the affairs between you and this woman.”

David’s eyes widened with hostility as he spoke slowly and deliberately, “Rachel is going to be your

future granddaughter-in-law and the next matriarch of the Jones family!”

Although his tone was casual, the way he spoke made it seem like he had already made a decision.

“How dare you go against me!” Old Mr. Jones said in a flat voice.

However, David clearly sensed the tense atmosphere in the air.

In an instant, he couldn’t help but remain silent.

Meanwhile, the butler guided Rachel to visit the old residence under Billy’s protection.

The butler gave occasional introductions to the priceless, exotic plants in the garden, among which the most

abundant were orchids.

Rachel hypothesized that these flowers were related to Mrs. Jones.

She casually chatted with the butler while glancing around the place every now and then.

There were people covertly stationed in every corner of the area. They should be tasked with protecting Old Mr.

Jones.

Is there a need for him to be so careful even in his own home?

Rachel looked away and pondered as she followed the butler.

“Can we take a look at the greenhouse?” She turned to the butler.

The butler nodded. “Of course, Miss Grey, please wait a moment. I’ll get the servants to tidy up place first.”

“Sure, I’m sorry to trouble you.”

After the butler left, Rachel asked in a lowered voice. “Did something happen here recently?”

She pressed for an answer when Billy remained silent. “Could you tell me what’s going on?”

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After a moment of hesitation, Billy spoke carefully, “It’s mainly because Sir brought you back with him.”

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