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Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Chapter 511
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Chapter 511

Rachel wasn’t too concerned at first. Eavesdropping was not her particular interest.

On the other hand, she was instantly drawn to the sound of a familiar voice.

On the garden’s stone stairs, Jimmy and Landon were having a conversation.

“Although Marina is ambitious, this is far from enough for her to launch an attack on David in Seaxas.”

It was Landon who spoke.

His voice was even and unruffled, yet there was an undercurrent of tension.

Jimmy lit a cigarette. Without haste, he exhaled the cigarette smoke and said, “That’s true, but she hasn’t wasted

any time for the past few days. She has been seeing the members of the Four Families in Seaxas rather often

recently. You can’t argue that this is simply a casual stop-by, right?”

The room became silent once he finished speaking.

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After some time, Jimmy’s voice sounded again. “As far as I know, this includes the Cruise family too.”

Landon knew about the issues between Rachel and Olivia, even if no one else did. Since they were aware, Marina

would be as well.

Since Olivia’s arrival, she had been nothing but trouble. It wouldn’t matter if she managed to wipe every digital

footprint from the Internet since people would still remember.

“Even though Marina doesn’t have much power in Seaxas, many people are willing to work for her due to the fact

that she is the oldest daughter of the Jones family in Aureliana.”

When Jimmy said that, he wasn’t trying to flatter Marina.

He knew the Jones family held influence in Aureliana and that many aspired to the family’s status.

Every single person in Seaxas would drop everything to come to Marina’s assistance at the drop of a hat as soon as

she made an offer.

Landon let out a hearty laugh. Unmistakable disdain dripped from his voice as he stated, “What else can the Cruise

family do?”

Rachel smiled silently.

Indeed, the Cruise family was unable to alter anything at this point.

Marina was very foolish if she believed that siding with Olivia and working along

with Olivia would help her against Rachel.

While she was deep in her thoughts, there was a knock on Rachel’s door.

She quickly got to her feet. The flower pot on the balcony fell over as she stood up.

Thankfully, she caught the flower pot just in time.

She let out an inward sigh of relief and hurried back to her room.

Rachel opened the door. She was slightly stunned to see Mr. Chadwick and greeted him politely, “Mr. Chadwick.”

“Miss Grey,” said Mr. Chadwick as the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile. Like Old Mr. Johnson, he had an

air of gentle kindness and tranquility while he continued, “Mr. Johnson would like to have you over for a chat.”

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Rachel’s beautiful round eyes suddenly seemed to take on an air of gravity. There must be some pressing matter

for her grandfather to discuss at this hour. “Hold on.” Rachel went and changed into appropriate attire and followed

Mr. Chadwick to her grandfather’s room.

As soon as she walked into the room, she heard the sound of a cup shattering.

Rachel sneaked a glance at Mr. Chadwick.

Mr. Chadwick, sensing the uncomfortable silence, coughed lightly to break the ice before responding c**lly, “It

should be Mr. Louis in there.”

After giving a tiny nod, Rachel entered the room.

Lucas knelt on the floor. Old Mr. Johnson raised his walking stick and was about to hit Lucas with it.

Just in time, Rachel called out, “Grandpa!” There was a flicker of nervousness in her eyes as she took in the sight of

Old Mr. Johnson’s lifting his walking stick.

The moment Old Mr. Johnson saw her, his eyes twitched slightly. The anger had gone out of his eyes, but his voice

still carried an undercurrent of rage, saying, “You’re here.”

Rachel walked forward and held Old Mr. Johnson’s arm. “What happened?”

“Let him speak for himself!” Old Mr. Johnson roared as he waved the walking stick in his hand.