Chapter 122: Chapter 122 - 122: Asking About Privacy

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Henry Jameson stood still, not speaking for a moment.

He wasn’t sure if he should entrust his future to a sixteen-year-old girl…

However, the worst-case scenario… had already happened.

Marcel looked left and right, trying to lighten the mood with a smile, “Since you’re here, why not stay and talk? It’s not like we’re short on time, right?”

Mrs. Jameson examined Purple Summers, then glanced at Marcel Jefferson with a solemn expression, “We may have time, but we don’t want to be fooled. This is… Ms. Summers?”

“Yes, I am Purple Summers.” She smiled faintly, “Mrs. Jameson, although I may be young and inexperienced, if I weren’t confident in winning the lawsuit, I wouldn’t have easily made a promise to the Jameson family. After all, I still want to attend Grey High School, so there’s no reason to offend the Jameson family at this crucial moment.”

Mrs. Jameson was slightly moved by those words.

Purple Summers was young and powerless, naturally not someone who could afford to offend the Jameson family. Even if she wanted to please them, there were many other ways, and there was no need to take such a great risk…

Could she really have a way to help Henry Jameson get acquitted?

Subconsciously, Mrs. Jameson sized up Purple Summers.

A very beautiful girl with clear and pure eyes, delicate and elegant demeanor, like a naive young girl. Yet there was an air of calm about her that seemed out of place for her age.

Mrs. Jameson knew that such composure came from confidence. But where did this confidence come from in a young girl?

Purple Summers did not seem like someone who was ignorant and arrogant.

“Tell me your plan,” Henry Jameson walked back and sat down across from Purple Summers, his deep-set eyes fixed on her.

“To win the lawsuit, there are two key points,” Purple Summers looked back at him calmly, “One is Chloe Bennett’s motive for framing, and the other is the means of acquiring semen.”

At this point, Henry Jameson’s expression became somewhat uncomfortable.

“Mr. Jameson, do you have a girlfriend?” Purple Summers asked.

Henry Jameson shook his head.

“Then do you have a habit of masturbating?”

This direct question about privacy made the expressions of both Henry Jameson and his mother become difficult to read.

Purple Summers seemed completely oblivious and asked again when he didn’t answer, “Or have you ever engaged with a prostitute?” n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Ms. Summers, what exactly are you asking?” Mrs. Jameson couldn’t help but interrupt, “My son has always been morally upright and doesn’t have any filthy habits.”

“I think what Ms. Summers means is to ask if I’ve had any sexual activities recently,” Henry Jameson faintly understood Purple Summers’ intentions.

Purple Summers nodded, “Yes, that’s what I meant. Chloe Bennett had a checkup on the 7th, so I need you to recall any kind of sexual activity between the 4th and the 7th of the month.”

Henry Jameson pressed his lips together, and after a long time, he nodded slowly.

“The specific time and location?” Purple Summers asked.

Henry Jameson hesitated for a moment before answering quietly, “On the 4th… until the 7th, every night at my apartment outside the school.”

Mrs. Jameson looked at Henry Jameson with shock and disbelief written all over her face.

Purple Summers was also somewhat surprised, “You mean, every night during these four days, you have…?”

“Yes,” Henry Jameson slightly averted his gaze, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Discussing this topic with a young girl was, after all, a bit…

Nevertheless, Purple Summers appeared unruffled. She quickly moved past her initial surprise, asking calmly, “What exactly did you do? With your hand or…?” “Hand!” Henry Jameson answered quickly, interrupting Purple Summers’ question, his face reddening, “Ms. Summers, why are you asking this in such detail? Is it relevant to the case?”

“We’re not sure if it’s relevant yet, but we have a direction to investigate now,” Purple Summers said, smiling gently as she bent her brows, her beauty shining through. “I will have someone look into the surveillance footage near your apartment and Chloe Bennett’s recent activities and bank statements. I hope you and your family can stay quiet in the meantime to avoid alerting her.”

After speaking, she took the initiative to reach out her hand to Henry Jameson, “I hope we can work together happily..”