Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Even though the eyewitness was right here, the other party denied everything clean! It was infuriating!

Purple Summers asked with a smile brimming in her eyes, “Ms. Foster, a delicate woman, could you really be of help in this kidnapping case? It’s truly surprising.”

Mrs. Foster lifted her head proudly and said, “My dear Bella is set to inherit the family business in the future. In the perfume industry, one requires an extremely sensitive sense of smell. It was only because Bella could detect the scent of apricot blossoms lingering on the ransom note that we managed to find this place!”

“What ransom note?” asked Purple Summers. “May I take a look at it?”

Gavin Graves glanced at Lester Williams, who immediately took out the ransom note and handed it to Purple Summers.

After examining it, Purple Summers said, “Isn’t this the letter that I had someone print at the print shop?”

She brought it close to her nose and took a sniff, then said with a laugh, “Apart from the smell of ink, I can’t detect any floral fragrance. Ms. Foster is really impressive to have picked up the scent of flowers from the paper from the print shop.”

Mrs. Foster looked as if she had been dealt a heavy blow, her body tottering as if she was on the verge of fainting.

How could this be!

“Is this the ransom note you’re talking about?” Purple Summers pulled a folded piece of paper from the pocket of her coat, sniffed it and said, “Hmm, this one does seem to have a faint fragrant scent… Ms. Foster, why don’t you smell it again?”

As she spoke, she passed the ransom note to Bella Foster.

Bella Foster didn’t reach out to take it. Her lips were deathly pale and her eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Purple Summers.

“You bitch!” Bella Foster suddenly lunged madly towards Purple Summers, “Purple Summers! You will not die a good death!!!”

Purple Summers had anticipated her reaction and agilely dodged it, when suddenly, several tall men in black rushed out from behind and pinned Bella Foster to the ground!

Mrs. Foster let out a terrified, piercing scream!

Only then did everyone realize that the Howard Family was also present!

Bella Foster tried to hurl insults but was gagged with a rag from the farmhouse, smeared with something unknown.

Mrs. Foster was firmly tied up as well, waiting to be dealt with.

There was no point in quibbling any longer; Bella Foster’s ability to smell the scent of apricot blossoms on an ordinary piece of paper said it all.

If she wasn’t the mastermind behind the scenes, how could she know the location in Apricot Village?

Bella Foster, pinned to the ground, had half her face pressed into the cold mud, tears rolling down from her reddened eyes and mingling with the dirt.

Her eyes were still fixed on Purple Summers, sharp as a sword, wishing to pierce through Purple Summers with her gaze.

But Purple Summers couldn’t care less to spare her another glance. She bid farewell to Gavin and Gerald Graves, and turned to leave.

The rest was for others to take care of, no need for her to worry.

Outside the farmhouse, a black luxury car was parked. Purple Summers smiled as she sat down and waved a blooming branch in front of the man.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Purple Summers asked.

Alexander Summers frowned and said with distaste, “Keep it away, there’re bugs on it.”

“Bugs?” Purple Summers paused, then upon closer inspection, she indeed noticed a few inconspicuous tiny caterpillars nestled between the flower petals…

Purple Summers: “…”

The hand holding the apricot branch felt numb.

“Quick, open the window!”

A suppressed shout of a young girl resonated in the car, followed by the window rolling down and the branch of apricot flowers being tossed out in haste!

Gavin Graves happened to be walking towards the farmhouse gate just as the apricot flowers landed at his feet.

Gavin looked up, his gaze meeting Alexander Summers’ in the car, and smiled with refined courtesy.

Alexander’s deep eyes immediately revealed a few strands of sharpness.

A stray apricot branch over the wall… the omen wasn’t good.

“Who told you to throw garbage?” Alexander Summers scolded Purple Summers with a cold face.

Purple Summers was busy wiping her hands with a napkin and shot an annoyed glance at him, “It’s all because you mentioned the bugs!”

Alexander Summers: “…”

He then solemnly reminded her with a grave expression, “Don’t throw things out carelessly next time.”

Purple Summers pouted, finding him completely incomprehensible.

The car slowly pulled away, disappearing into the twists and turns of the mountain village road. Gavin looked down at the apricot flower at his feet and sighed softly.

Flowers should be plucked when they bloom, it’s a pity… the prized flower already has an owner.