Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Purple Summers was slightly startled, followed by a smile, “Really?”

“Yes,” Allen Rivera nodded gently, “But you are livelier than she was.” …Lively?

Purple Summers was a bit curious, what kind of person was she in Allen Rivera’s mind in the past?

Allen Rivera said, “When we caught criminals in the past, most of them were very upset, thinking they lost due to a moment’s carelessness. Half a shoeprint, a strand of hair left behind, fingerprints not completely wiped off, trash not cleaned up in time… These details often became critical evidence. If they had been just a little more careful, they would certainly not have been discovered.”

At this point, he smiled faintly and continued, “Actually, I sometimes have this thought too, feeling every capture was due to luck. But later, my supervisor said that there is a certain inevitability in coincidences. The more meticulous the plan, the more one tries to cover up, the more traces of crime will be left behind, and capturing the true criminal becomes inevitable.”

In her heart, Purple Summers thought it was quite incredible. The same words coming from someone else’s mouth made her appear much more impressive…

“Your supervisor was very wise,” Marcel Jefferson said, having pictured an old prosecutor with gray temples and tremendous investigative experience.

But Allen Rivera frowned almost imperceptibly, “You can’t quite call it wisdom. She was a strange person, sometimes very clever and other times so stupid that it was unbearable to watch.”

“Cough, cough, cough!…” Purple Summers choked on her water.

Marcel Jefferson and Allen Rivera both looked at her in surprise.

“…It’s nothing, just a bit hot,” Purple Summers said with a forced smile, pretending nothing was wrong as she wiped her mouth with a tissue.

Marcel Jefferson asked Allen Rivera, “Just how stupid was it that you couldn’t bear to look?”

Allen Rivera got back to the topic and continued, “Calling it stupid might not be fitting. It was more like she was slow to respond to anything outside of work. For example, every time she worked overtime, she would treat us to beef noodles delivery. When an assistant hinted that he wanted something different by saying he wanted ‘beef noodles with meat,’ she ordered beef noodles soup with meat. When the assistant mentioned that eating the same food all the time wouldn’t be nutritionally balanced, she switched to beef noodles with braised egg. In the end, we ate beef noodles for an entire month.”

“Hahaha… That’s really dumb! Why didn’t she just ask what others liked!” Marcel Jefferson laughed loudly.

“She did ask,” Allen Rivera replied seriously. “She would usually ask like this, ‘How about beef noodles today, sound good?’ We, as subordinates, didn’t feel right directly refusing and would respond hesitantly with ‘Okay I guess,’ but it seemed like she never caught on.”

Purple Summers thought to herself frantically: Was that really a reluctant tone? I thought it was just the weary tone of you guys being overworked!

“Your supervisor sure was an interesting person,” Marcel Jefferson said with a smile. “He must have been promoted by now, right? Prosecutor General?”

“No,” Allen Rivera shook his head, “She passed away.”

Marcel Jefferson’s smile froze on his face, feeling a bit awkward, “I’m sorry, that’s very regrettable…”

Allen Rivera smiled faintly, “Yeah, I regretted it too.”

Purple Summers sipped her tea in discomfort, surrounded by two men reminiscing about her past self… The feeling was indeed strange.

Just then, the food they ordered was brought over by the server, breaking the odd atmosphere that was developing.

“Let’s eat,” Purple Summers managed to squeeze out a more natural-looking smile.

The Japanese food was beautifully plated and looked very appetizing.

Purple Summers’s attention was quickly drawn to the delicious food in front of her. As she was about to dig in, she caught a glimpse of a familiar car passing by outside the windo