Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 11
Chapter 11
Jane was caught off guard, and her smug look disappeared from her face when Rachel hit her. She looked at the attacker in
disbelief, and the shock in her eyes gradually turned into anger. “How dare you hit me?” she exclaimed.
“Of course, I dare. Why wouldn’t I? Who do you think you are?” Rachel replied
The next second, she suddenly grabbed Jane by the neck, pressing her head hard against the window.
Jane realized that her upper body was hanging out of the window at this point.
The height of the fifteen–story building had her scalp tingle and her pupils tremble. Right now, even her screams involuntarily
quivered. “Help! Someone is trying to kill me!”
“Jane Smith, did you really think you could mess with me simply because I decided to let it go?” Rachel calmly said, “I don’t mind
shutting you up forever since you can’t control your damn mouth!”
As she spoke, she pressed down on Jane’s hand with a little more force.
Jane was hanging upside down and wholly suspended from the window. With fright, she screamed for mercy, “I was wrong, I
was wrong. I promise never to do it again...”
Perhaps due to the thrill offered by the scene, many onlookers gathered. Some even calmly took out their phones to record a
video.
Rachel glanced at the crowd, thinking she could not afford any trouble at this critical moment since she would have to inherit the
Johnson family business in a few days.
“I won’t be merciful next time!” She snorted and pulled Jane back from the window. As soon as Jane’s feet touched the ground,
she felt a sense of safety coming from the sturdy floor. At this point, she finally quieted down as she quickly got up and fled,
constantly warning Rachel as she looked back multiple times, “Rachel, just wait! The Smith family will never let you off the hook!”
Rachel, however, simply raised her eyebrows as her cold smirk became even more striking. “Then bring it on!”
She had nothing to worry about regarding the Smith family, which had nothing to do with her these days.

She absolutely would not mind teaching the Smiths a lesson if they dared to mess with her, She returned to her room with Jane’s
words ringing in her ears still. She recalled when Jane said that her brother had told her about her disappearance back then.
She had never expected one to break a promise so easily, effortlessly.
She also had not realized that the man she truly loved had, in fact, never believed her.
She wondered if Louis had forgotten why she was kidnapped in the first place.
She thought to herself, “How could he have no sense of guilt and even expose my scars with his own hands?”
The memory of the incident that took place in the alley had her trembling uncontrollably and
her body racked with shivers as she recalled the details of that fateful night. As she recalled, she felt as though her heart had
been ripped open as the cold wind rushed in, chilling her to the bone ruthlessly.
It was not until she heard a knock on the door that she snapped out of her thoughts. She turned to see David standing at the
door.
Her panic disappeared in an instant and was replaced by surprise.
She did not expect to see him just yet, especially when she was in such a terrible state.
“Well... Is there anything you want to tell me about?” She asked.
He was wearing a well–tailored suit, and as he strode toward her with conviction and with his long, slender legs, he was bathed
in the golden sunlight.
The sunlight seemed to coat him in a layer of pale gold and set off his noble and elegant aura as if he were a sacred and
inviolable celestial being.
His dark eyes gazed at her face, and his brows furrowed imperceptibly as he noticed the moistness at the corners of her eyes.
“I suddenly realized that we haven’t exchanged contact information yet.” He took out his phone to provide his Whatsapp QR
code and handed it to her. “Let me know when you have time.”