Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 933 - The Wedding Date has Arrived_1

Chapter 933: Chapter 933 The Wedding Date has Arrived_1

Chapter 933: Chapter 933 The Wedding Date has Arrived_1

“Miss, if borrowing a corpse to resurrect were so easy, I would have swapped for a handsome, young body long ago.”

After Mr. Ghost Hayes said that, he stared at Purple Summers with a grin, as if looking at his greatest accomplishment, making tsk-tsk noises nonstop.

“Fate… This kind of thing, it relies too much on fate…” Mr. Ghost Hayes lamented.

Purple Summers felt a mix of emotions.

Originally full of questions, she now found herself not wanting to ask anything upon looking at Mr. Ghost Hayes.

It really felt… as though even if she did ask, he might not know the answers and might just babble nonsense to hoodwink her.

…

When it was nearly noon, Alexander Summers returned.

Mr. Ghost Hayes seemed quite wary of him, hiding in his own room without showing his face, but Alexander was in a good mood and didn’t bother looking for him.

Purple Summers asked Alexander what the news was all about.

Alexander laughed and said, “You’re asking about that anonymous person? That’s Jerome Howard. With such news out there, and so many eyes watching, Damian Howard will have to think twice before trying to find Jerome.”

“You’re the one who gave him that idea, aren’t you?” Purple Summers said.

Alexander laughed and cupped her face, “You love me so much, always thinking of me.”

Purple Summers blushed and swatted his hand away.

Jokes aside, she knew that Alexander was now in a struggle against Damian Howard.

In truth, she was somewhat unhappy.

What she had always been most concerned about was Alexander getting involved in these violent struggles for power and profit.

Her steward thought she was keeping a pretty boy.

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Purple Summers truly wished she was indeed keeping a pretty boy; at least then she wouldn’t need to worry about him, only needing to care about dining, entertainment, and living a simple and comfortable life.

But then, considering the grudges between Alexander and Damian Howard, Purple Summers felt that perhaps she should remain silent; she had no right to meddle in their affairs.

In the following week, the Howard family head experienced three assassination attempts. It was clear to any discerning person that it was the work of someone within the family.

Even if Damian Howard didn’t die, his powerful position was already on the wane.

Alexander continued to laze around at home every day, minding his snakes and birds, living like a playboy.

But Purple Summers knew that he was deliberately letting her feel at ease. Because every night when she woke up, the space beside her was empty, yet by morning, she would find herself in his arms again.

Purple Summers pretended not to notice.

Time flew, and by August, Nathaniel Summers’s wedding day had arrived.

It was said that he and the lady had already registered for marriage, and now they were holding a reception at home as a celebration.

Purple Summers received an invitation sent by Yolanda Summers.

She actually didn’t want to go, but considering the impact on public opinion, she eventually decided to attend the reception.

Now carrying the identify of the president’s daughter, if she didn’t go, she might be perceived as ungrateful, as if after climbing up to the president as her father, she had abandoned her own family.

People’s words can be dreadful, and Purple Summers admitted she wasn’t open-minded enough to ignore them.

On the day of the wedding reception, the sky was overcast with clouds. The fierce sun was hidden behind the accumulating clouds, the air was hot and humid, and a storm seemed imminent. It was so sultry that there wasn’t a breath of wind, making it feel oppressive to breathe.

In the banquet hall, the music flowed melodically, guests clinked their glasses in celebration, and Yolanda Summers hosted the guests with great grace, but the bride and groom were nowhere to be seen.

But today was not considered an official ceremony, so it was no matter if the bride and groom appeared later.

Purple Summers looked toward the increasingly dark skies outside, faintly hearing the rumble of distant thunder.

She became a bit worried.

Perhaps she could concoct an excuse to leave early, otherwise, if a storm hit, it might be difficult to travel on the roads.

Thinking this, she turned her head to look for Yolanda Summers in the crowd, intending to bid her farewell before leaving.

The hall was too crowded, and she couldn’t find her at first glance, but then she saw Laura Summers standing at the top of the stairs.

Laura Summers’s face was as white as snow, and she descended the stairs extremely slowly, step by step, her expression vacant, as if she had suffered a huge shock.

Purple Summers was puzzled; her gaze followed downward, and she saw Laura Summers’s hands covered in fresh blood.