Chapter 595
Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David)
Chapter 595
Cindy was furious upon hearing the mockery in Rachelâs words. Driven by rage, she raised her hand
and was about to slap Rachel hard across the face. âRachel Grey!â
Her palm sliced through the air, approaching Rachelâs face rapidly with a sharp wind.
The people around could not help but gasp when they said th
They did not know if they should praise Cindy Tory for being bold enough to raise her hand at Rachel in
front of Mr. Jones, or silently pray for her in their hearts.
The next second, Rachel easily grabbed Cindyâs wrist without even blinking.
She held Cindyâs wrist tightly. Her expression was calm, but her grip tightened bit by bit. Cindy felt so
painful that she frowned and her face turned pale.
She struggled with all her might, but it was to no avail,
âRachel. let go of me!â Cindyâs voice trembled uncontrollably.
She felt like if this went on, Rachel was going to break her wrist.
Rachelâs grip on Cindyâs wrist did not loosen at all. It was as if she did not hear her at all.
At this moment, the intense pain had already robbed Cindyâs ability to speak. All she could do was
struggle instinctively.
Then, Rachel suddenly let go.
Caught off guard, Cindy stag ger*d and fell to the ground in a hideous manner.
Rip-
Along with the ripping sound of fabric, Cindyâs gown was torn from the side of her chest to the waistline
of her back.
She cried out in surprise and was flustered. For a moment, she did not know whether to cover her waist
or the side of her chest.
She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, curled up her body, and glared fiercely at Rachel with a
twisted and ferocious expression. If looks could kill, she would have torn Rachel up and eaten her flesh
alive.
Rachel raised her hand and brushed the loose hair behind her ear. Her smile was pure and kind, but as
fake as fake smiles go. âMiss Tory, why are you looking at me like that? Didnât you tell me to let go?â
âYou!â Cindy was so bent out of shape that her chest heaved up and down. From the corner of her eye,
she saw David standing relatively close by and realized that the man had no intention of interfering at
all. On the contrary, it seemed like he was enjoying the show.
Jealousy spread like wildfire in Cindyâs heart, but she had to maintain a trace of calmness and continue
to confront Rachel. âThere are two options in front of you now. Either you compensate me according to
the price I paid for this dress, or Iâll see you at the police station!â
So what if Rachel had Davidâs support? David could only help her so much.
Cindy refused to believe that there was not a single place for reason in the entire Seaxas.
âIâm just worried you might end up even more embarrassed than you already are.â At this moment, a
teasing voice sounded.
Everyone looked in the direction the voice came from.
It was Mary Green who elegantly walked over in a strapless halter dress.
Her lips curled into a deep smile as she scanned Cindyâs gown from head to toe, the ridicule in her
eyes. becoming more and more obvious. âMiss Tory, arenât you bold, wearing a knockoff and
pretending itâs from my The Raimant Collection?â
*Knockoff? What are you talking about?â Cindyâs eyes flashed. She straightened her neck, looked at
Mary Green, and said, âI know youâre the boss of The Raimant Collection. So why donât you open your
eyes. wide and take a good look? This dress is one of the creations by your mysterious designer
Queen! Plus, I have the proof of purchase. Even if this is a knockoff, itâll be because your brand, The
Raimant Collection. is lying to its customers!â
âRae-Rae, she said that you designed this piece of garbage. Donât you think thatâs slander? She also
accused The Raimant Collection of deceiving consumers. Isnât that defamation?â Mary Green looked at
Rachel.
Cindy frowned and sneered. âThis is a work by the mysterious designer Queen. What does it have to
do with Rachelâ¦â
Halfway through her sentence, her voice seemed to go bo*rse. Then, it stopped abruptly.
Her eyes widened with shock as she stared at Rachel with a stiff and dull expression.
No matter how slow the people around were, they all realized what Mary Green meant. They looked at
Rachel in astonishment.
There were a ton of designers in the country, but only a few were renowned in the industry.
Especially those famous designers whose work was hard to purchase.
The mysterious designer Queen was one of them.
Though The Raimant Collection brand had a short history, its rapid development made its high-end
products highly sought after by both domestic and foreign celebrities.
As the chief designer of these high-end products, Queen had ama**ed countless fans.
However, over the years, the mysterious designer Queen had never appeared in public. The people
were left wondering about Queenâs identity. In fact, they did not even know what Queenâs gender was.
To think that this person was actually Rachel?
The more Cindy thought about it, the more impossible it seemed. However, since the founder of The
Raimant Collection, Mary Green said it herself, people could not help but wonder.
After a long while, Cindy finally was able to speak again. âYou, youâre the mysterious designer Queen?â
Rachel casually nodded. âThis is a design from many years ago. I didnât expect Miss Tory to treasure a
knockoff this much.
She circled around Cindy, her sharp gaze scanning the dress. âThe materials and craftsmanship are
about 90% similar. Well, Miss Tory, it looks like your 360 thousand dollars was not a complete waste.â
What Rachel said was basically an indirect confirmation that she was indeed the mysterious designer
Queen. She even explicitly pointed out that the dress Cindy was wearing was indeed a fake.
This gown was a knockoff. No matter how similar it was to the real one, it could never truly be.
Cindy had spent 360 thousand dollars on a knockoff.
Moreover, she had flaunted this fake dress all night and told everyone she talked to about how difficult
it was to obtain it. Now, those words only felt like slaps on her face.
The onlookersâ gazes felt like sharp knives cutting through her dress.
At this moment, she felt exposed, as though she was standing nude before everyone.
A strong sense of humiliation surged like a tide, suffocating and almost drowning her.
Biting her lip and lowering her head, she tried her best to ignore the judgmental stares from everyone
around her.
After pondering for a long time, she spoke again, âWhat evidence do you have!â
Hearing this, the people around finally regained a slight sense of calmness from the shock and started
pondering.
Over the years, the mysterious designer Queen had always kept a low profile. People had no idea what
Queenâs gender was, but it was always rumored that Queen was a man.
If that were true, how could Queen be Rachel?
âI know that Miss Green is the founder of The Raimant Collection. For years, she has never disclosed
any information about the mysterious designer Queen. Yet, today, she suddenly claims that Rachel is
Queen. Isnât this a bit too unusual?â Cindyâs eyes narrowed. A smile that was far from friendly appeared
on her face, like a venomous snake ready to strike.
As the crowd listened to her calm analysis, their expressions wavered.
âYou claim to be the mysterious designer Queen, but what evidence do you have?â
âEven if you have Mr. Jones backing you, you canât just talk nonsense. Are you aware of the mysterious
designer Queenâs reputation in the industry? How dare you impersonate Queen? Are you looking to
die?â To claim youâre the mysterious designer Queen based on a single statement? Who would believe
you?