Chapter 668


    Chapter 668


    Yann pressed his lips together. “Miss Grey, if I may be so bold, how did you manage to figure it out?”


    Only moments ago, one of his subordinates had called to inform him that the codes on both the car


    frame and engine had been tampered with, rendering them impossible to trace.


    If Rachel wasn’t the mastermind behind it all, how had she managed to deduce the truth?


    Rachel was not at all perturbed by Yann’s audacity.


    She replied nonchntly. “Just a stroke of luck.”


    Yann was speechless.


    He inhaled deeply,posing himself, and adopted an earnest demeanor as he sought her insight. His


    manner of addressing her grew exceedingly respectful. “In that case, what do you believe was the


    purpose behind the culprit’s actions?”


    The primary motive, of course, was to target David.


    However, he couldn’t fathom why the perpetrator would take such a roundabout approach.


    He knew that disassembling and reassembling a car was an intricate process,


    particrly when incorporating an autonomous driving system.


    Noticing his baffled demeanor, Rachel patiently exined, “The purpose was to ensure that when the


    truth came to light, you wouldn’t be able to trace them. Preserving the appearance of the off-road


    vehicle was meant to mislead you. As you mentioned, both the car frame and the engine have unique


    codes. The perpetrator destroyed those codes to leave you with nothing to investigate.”


    “Once you can’t trace them, you’ll broaden your search, suspecting those who lurk in the shadows. The


    real perpetrator can then easily blend in with your imagined adversaries.”


    At her words, David’s eyes filled with affection and indulgence that no one had ever witnessed before.


    His Rae-Rae was truly brilliant.


    Her words, however, exposed the true power she had been concealing all along.


    At the very least, to everyone present, Rachel’s expertise in car modifications went far beyond just idle


    tinke ring.


    Her knowledge of automobiles had already surpassed that of both Billy and Yann.


    At this moment, Yann’s impression of Rachel shifted significantly. He didn’t hold back, saying, “It’s a


    shame the adversary’s well-intended n couldn’te to fruition.”


    Each word dripped with sarcasm aimed at the mastermind behind the scenes.


    Rachel responded co olly, “Do you really think those three cars showing up at the T-junction was just a


    coincidence?”


    “Wasn’t it to wait for us there?” Yann inquired.


    Rachel nced at him and sighed softly. “Those three vehicles were equipped with 4.0-liter


    twin-turbocharged engines, capable of reaching up to 585 horsepower. If we hadn’t evaded in time,


    even our modified Rolls-Royce wouldn’t have saved us from a fatal crash.”


    Thus, the appearance of the SUVs at the T-junction was no coincidence; it was a meticulously nned


    assassination attempt.


    Upon hearing this, a wave of lingering fear welled up within Yann.


    He had considered the oue of the three cars colliding simultaneously, but never anticipated such a


    devastating and fatal result.


    In previous assassination attempts, their enemies would typically only inflict injuries on their men, but


    now their audacity had grown bolder.


    Their thoughts of taking down David became more and more unabashed.


    On their return journey to Peckham Pce, with numerous pauses along the way, they finally reached


    the pce after a painstaking twenty minutes.


    Yann opened the car door, watching Rachel and David walk away, still reeling from the shock.


    He had initially believed her to be a decorative but useless ornament, yet now, it seemed Miss Grey


    was far from an ordinary young socialite.


    Billy lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled a perfect smoke ring, and said nonchntly, “Don’t lump.


    Miss Grey in withmon, mundane women.”


    She was, without a doubt, a fierce, unyielding force to be reckoned with!


    “Didn’t you say she was just Miss Grey from the wealthiest family in Seaxas, the Johnson family?”


    “Yes.” Billy nodded. “I warned you before not to underestimate someone our master takes interest in.”


    As Yann was about to speak, Billy checked the time. “We should get going. Let’s get in the car and


    leave!”


    “Almost forgot the main issue at hand!” With that, Yann opened the door and hopped into the car.Content rights by N?velDr//ama.Org.


    At the other end, upon returning to Peckham Pce, Rachel instinctively slipped out of her high heels


    and padded barefoot to the sofa, flinging herself into the plush cush ions.


    David removed his suit jacket and unfastened his diamond cufflinks, leisurely rolling up his sleeves.


    “Did you modify the Mercedes-Benz G636X6?”


    This was the same off-road vehicle that had charged at them back at the T-junction.


    Rachel casually picked up a pillow, propping it under her head as she observed David head towards


    the open kitchen. “Lucas Johnson was the one who made the modifications.”


    “Were you involved?” David approached Rachel, offering her a ss of freshly squeezed orange juice.


    “No,” Rachel replied. “I only modified a G-Wagon, using his design as a guide.”


    David arched an eyebrow, hardly surprised by her response.


    After all, his Rae-Rae was far from the delicate, traditional youngdy like Miss Grey; she was a strong-


    willed, independent woman.


    Rachel epted the juice, taking a sip. The sweetness was perfectly bnced.


    She narrowed her eyes contentedly. “You don’t appear to be shocked by this incident.”


    David cast his eyes downward, the corners of his lips lifting ever so slightly. “I’ve grown ustomed to


    such things. It’s hardly worth mentioning.”


    His casual remark encapsted the perils he’d encountered throughout the years.


    Still, it caused an inexplicable tightening in Rachel’s chest.


    When she first chose to be with David, Lucas had mentioned that David had innumerable adversaries,


    with an unknown number of individuals plotting against him, both openly and in secret.


    Yet, throughout her time with David, they had never faced an assassination attempt that was genuinely


    perilous.


    No ce was more opportune for an attack than Seaxas.


    What could be their motive forunching an attack in Aureliana instead?


    Were they aiming to challenge David’s authority, or merely to send a message?


    David had only just returned, and it appeared that their hidden foe could no longer contain themselves.


    What would unfold next?


    Rachel cradled the cup, her fingertips gently tracing its surface. “Do you have any potential suspects?”


    “There are plenty of suspects,” David answered.


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    His answer appeared to address her inquiry, but at the same time, it felt as though he hadn’t truly


    revealed anything.


    Nevertheless, this statement was sufficient to indicate that, for now, David was unable to definitively


    identify the culprit.


    The three modified SUVs had meticulously removed all identifying marks, clearly not wishing to leave


    any evidence of their involvement.


    Just then, the sound of footsteps reached them from outside.


    Rachelnguidly pushed herself up and nced over, her gaze falling on a woman who had just


    entered


    the room.


    The woman donned a ck leather jacket that entuated her sultry curves, ck Martin boots


    adorning her feet. Her fiery red curly hair was truly attention-grabbing.


    With a pair of seductive eyes, the corners emphasized by white eyeliner, she exuded an air of


    irresistible allure.


    Rachel quirked an eyebrow, ncing at David.


    David exined, “Her name is Chris Jones. She’ll be following you from this point forward.”


    “Follow me?”