Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Purple Summers didn’t say a word.

She didn’t want to say she missed him, it would only boost his ego.

She also didn’t want to say she didn’t miss him, as that would give him a chance to harp on about it further.

Purple debated whether or not she should pretend the signal was too bad for her to hear him clearly.

A moment of silence passed before Alexander Summers asked her, “Are you too shy to answer?”

Purple’s face flushed red instantly, “Who… who’s shy?! You’re always spouting nonsense!”

She could hear Alexander laughing lightly on the other end of the call, her face reddening even further…

“Purple, your face must be red now,” Alexander’s voice was filled with amusement. “Hang up and video call me so I can see if your face really is red…” “What video…! The signal here is bad, and I can’t hear you clearly… I’m hanging up!” She covered her burning red face and hurriedly ended the call.

After hanging up, she was worried he would genuinely send a video request. She waited nervously for a while, and her phone actually rang!

Purple was astonished, but then breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a new text message notification, not a video request.

She swiped the screen open and saw the new message. Without a doubt, it was sent by Alexander, with only one sentence: Don’t flirt with other men.

Purple:

What in the world is this man thinking every day? He’s supposed to be the family head, but he’s not serious at all – practically a scoundrel!

Purple thought a family head should be like Gavin Graves – calm and restrained, always controlling their emotions by at least three parts and commanding respect without a word.

Marcel Jefferson, who was beside her, asked, “Who was on the phone?”

Purple snapped back to reality and answered, “Oh… It was my brother.”

Marcel didn’t pay much attention and said, “You two have a pretty good relationship.”

“Not really…” Purple felt embarrassed and looked out of the car window to change the subject. “He’s just very strict with me. He says the young masters of the Graves family are all bad people and told me not to go to their house anymore.”

Purple casually chatted for a bit, with a hint of evasion. Unexpectedly, however, Marcel seemed somewhat downhearted after hearing this.

“The young masters of the Graves family are indeed not good people. Ah, are there even any good people left in this world…” Marcel sighed.

Purple looked at him strangely, “What’s wrong with you?”

“Do you remember the Caspian Maple case?” Marcel’s face darkened as he quietly told her, “Caspian Maple’s mother isn’t just a company boss, but also a rich woman who people call ‘Madame’. She once kept a pretty boy and was said to be very fond of him, spending a lot of money on him. However, when the pretty boy met an even richer woman, he dumped Caspian Maple’s mother.”

Purple’s eyes widened slightly, “Could it be…”

“Yes, it’s exactly as you’re thinking,” Marcel nodded. “Nana Rowe’s mother is that richer woman. The pretty boy married her and had a child, but his nature couldn’t change, and he always enjoyed flirting with women. Caspian Maple resented this man for deceiving his mother emotionally and financially, so he planned the kidnapping to punish the pretty boy.”

Marcel took a deep sigh, “Although we caught the real culprit, we also covered up Caspian Maple’s premeditated crime. Sometimes I really can’t figure out if what we’re doing is right or wrong. Take this current case, for example. We’re actually helping that scumbag Gerald Graves. Haven’t there been enough women played and destroyed by Second Young Master Graves in Clearwater City?”

Purple remained silent upon hearing this.

After working in this field for a long time, perhaps everyone would have the same confusion as Marcel.

After Marcel finished sighing, he realized discussing these things with a young girl seemed a little too sentimental. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled at himself, “I’m just casually expressing my feelings, nothing more. Of course, we have to do our job well as Young Master Graves instructed, and I know my limits.”