Betrayal At the Altar by Dolores Delia

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Chapter 506

“But I don’t smell any alcohol on you.” Mary walked in from outside. She stood beside Shane Page and sniffed. “You

probably drank fake alcohol.

As Mary spoke, she walked to the wine cabinets and picked up two bottles of whiskey, “Come, Mr. Page, I’ll treat you

to a good drink!”

The two bottles of wine that Mary picked were strong. It would be difficult for an ordinary person to finish one

bottle, let alone two full bottles.

The wine bottles were placed heavily on the marble coffee table. The sound was neither loud nor soft, making

Shane’s heart tremble.

Shane looked at the two bottles of whiskey in front of him, and his eyebrows twitched.

If he were to finish those two bottles of wine, he would be knocked out.

“Mr. Johnson, I… I’m really drunk. I spoke nonsense. Don’t take it to heart.” Shane continued to smile apologetically.

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Even though his smile was stiff, he did not dare to relax at all.

Lucas lowered his eyes and looked at Shane. Lucas’ eyes were filled with ruthless. coldness. “Shane, are you going

to drink them yourself, or do you want me to get someone to help you? It’s your choice.”

Although Lucas said it would be Shane’s choice, everyone present knew very well that if Lucas were to find

someone to help, Shane would probably suffer even

more.

After hesitating for a long time, Shane gritted his teeth and got up from the ground in a sorry state. He opened a

bottle and drank it.

After drinking less than half a bottle, he hugged the trash can beside him and vomited uncontrollably.

Lucas frowned slightly and looked at the person beside him. “Make sure he finishes them!”,

In other words, if Shane could not finish those two bottles of wine, he would not be able to leave this place!

Everyone couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.

On one hand, they pitied Shane for having offended Lucas. On the other hand, they secretly broke out in a cold

sweat, afraid that they would be implicated in the next second.

As Lucas turned to leave, he turned his body slightly and glanced at the people behind him with a sharp gaze. “If I

hear you guys talking about Rachel Grey again…”

He paused for a moment, and the corners of his mouth curled up into a faint smile. “I assure you that you won’t

have an easy time!”

With that, he turned around and left.

Mary slowly followed. When she passed by the few young socialites who were talking about Rachel, she snorted

unceremoniously. “All of you are ugly yet ambitious. If you want to seduce Mr. Jones, you probably have a chance

only in your next life.”

After being called ugly in public, the faces of the young socialites became flushed. However, they did not dare to

say anything.

On the other end, Rachel followed Eddie to the lounge.

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Noticing the tightly shut door of the meeting room, a look of contemplation flashed across Rachel’s eyes. “The

meeting isn’t over yet?”

“No,” Eddie said respectfully. “But Mr. Jones has already arranged everything for you, Miss Grey. Please wait a

moment.”

Rachel nodded slightly and followed Eddie into the lounge.

The lounge adopted a vintage style. Opposite the door was a large screen. Besides being used for decoration, it

served to avoid the prying eyes of the people outside.

When Rachel walked past the screen, there was a vintage couch in front of a carved window.

During the intermission of the meeting, David walked in and saw the scene of a beauty sleeping on the couch.

Her black hair fell like a waterfall, making her tanned face look delicate. Her curly and thick eyelashes were as long

as tiny fans, casting a faint shadow under her eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, emitting a faint luster like cherry

blossoms waiting to be plucked.

The coldness between David’s eyebrows faded a little. David slowly stepped forward and gently pushed a strand of

hair away from Rachel’s forehead with his fingertips. He bent down and kissed her.

His action was gentle and pious, as though he wanted to pour all his gentleness into it.

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