Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 734 - The Atmosphere Is Really Good_1

Chapter 734 -734 The Atmosphere Is Really Good_1

“Yolanda?” Alexander Summers frowned, showing displeasure. “What does she want to do?”

Purple Summers shook her head. “Maybe I’m overthinking it, Mom said Yolanda just had a fight with her boyfriend and was too embarrassed due to her thin skin. But with Yolanda’s personality, what’s there to be embarrassed about? Shouldn’t she be proudly inviting people directly? Maybe even Young Master Fowler’s new girlfriend would be invited.”

After finishing, she thought for a moment and said suspiciously, “I want to have someone follow Yolanda to see who she has been in contact with recently and what she really wants to do.”

Yolanda was likely up to something, maybe not targeting Purple Summers, but Purple did not want her party ruined by Yolanda’s antics.

Alexander Summers found it troublesome and said, “If you’re worried, why not just not invite the Fowler family?”

“Even if I don’t invite them, it doesn’t mean the Fowlers won’t come. Yolanda specifically told Mom when I wasn’t home because she knew Mom wouldn’t refuse,” Purple Summers explained. “Besides, there’s Dylan Summers. Dylan doesn’t know about Yolanda and Sheldon Fowler breaking up. Maybe he’ll invite them.”

Alexander then felt irritable, with a crease in his brow.

Purple Summers placed her hand on his forehead and gently massaged, trying to smooth it out.

Alexander teased her on purpose, his thick brows relaxing and then knitting back together. Purple smoothed them, they furrowed again, and after several repetitions, Purple pinched his face hard.

“Stop wiggling your eyebrows, you tadpole!” Purple Summers scolded with a laugh.

Alexander Summers embraced her. “The tadpole is down below.”

Purple Summers, already numb to his affinity for risqué jokes, grumbled, “Your mouth, I swear…”

Alexander laughed and leaned in to kiss her.

After entwining passionately for a while, Purple Summers, breathing heavily against his chest, murmured, “You take care of the Howard Thirteenth issue. He’s lost his memory, and even if he bears no malice towards you, he won’t withstand others’ instigations. Be very careful. Yolanda is just a minor issue. I’ll handle it.”

“Mhm,” Alexander Summers kissed the top of her head, “Don’t worry, even if he wants his old position back, the Howard Family has changed so much over the years. It won’t be easy for him to secure his seat again.”

Upon hearing that, Purple Summers’s heart sank.

The implication in Alexander’s words was clear—he was preparing to give the position back.

…Indeed, the reason he had taken the position in the first place was to hold it for Howard Thirteenth. Now that Howard Thirteenth had recovered, if Alexander clung to the position, wouldn’t the promises he had made turn into a joke?

Purple Summers silently hugged him tighter, saying nothing.

Alexander knew she was worried about him and felt a warmth in his heart. He gently wrapped his arms around Purple Summers, feeling as though all worries and troubles were insignificant…

Atra Blanc passed by Purple Summers’s room and saw the siblings quietly embracing each other.

Purple’s head was buried in Alexander’s arms, and he was gazing down at her, their affection thick in the air. The atmosphere was so intimate that neither of them noticed Atra standing in the doorway.

Atra sighed silently in her heart: Oh well, I’ll pretend I didn’t see anything…

…

Two days later, one of Alexander Summers’s subordinates contacted Purple Summers, saying they had caught a few people and had thoroughly interrogated them. They asked for Purple Summers to come and take a look in person.

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Purple Summers admired the efficiency of Alexander’s men. After school that day, she followed them to an old residential house.

The area was filled with illegal constructions, the brick walls marked with large “Demolish” characters. The residents had all moved away, and the nearby area was uninhabited.

Walking past the iron chain-locked courtyard wall, Purple saw three men kneeling inside, all with bruised faces. One of them was injured and bleeding profusely from his arm.

Purple Summers instinctively furrowed her brow.

The subordinate explained, “Ms. Summers, these scoundrels aren’t honest. They don’t tell the truth unless they see some blood.”

Purple Summers nodded and asked the men kneeling on the ground, “The person who bribed you, what did they want you to do?”