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Purple Summers didnât say a word.
She didnât want to say she missed him, it would only boost his ego.
She also didnât want to say she didnât miss him, as that would give him a chance to harp on about it further.
Purple debated whether or not she should pretend the signal was too bad for her to hear him clearly.
A moment of silence passed before Alexander Summers asked her, âAre you too shy to answer?â
Purpleâs face flushed red instantly, âWho⦠whoâs shy?! Youâre always spouting nonsense!â
She could hear Alexander laughing lightly on the other end of the call, her face reddening even furtherâ¦
âPurple, your face must be red now,â Alexanderâs voice was filled with amusement. âHang up and video call me so I can see if your face really is redâ¦â âWhat videoâ¦! The signal here is bad, and I canât hear you clearly⦠Iâm hanging up!â She covered her burning red face and hurriedly ended the call.
After hanging up, she was worried he would genuinely send a video request. She waited nervously for a while, and her phone actually rang!
Purple was astonished, but then breathed a sigh of relief.
It was a new text message notification, not a video request.
She swiped the screen open and saw the new message. Without a doubt, it was sent by Alexander, with only one sentence: Donât flirt with other men.
Purple:
What in the world is this man thinking every day? Heâs supposed to be the family head, but heâs not serious at all â practically a scoundrel!
Purple thought a family head should be like Gavin Graves â calm and restrained, always controlling their emotions by at least three parts and commanding respect without a word.
Marcel Jefferson, who was beside her, asked, âWho was on the phone?â
Purple snapped back to reality and answered, âOh⦠It was my brother.â
Marcel didnât pay much attention and said, âYou two have a pretty good relationship.â
âNot reallyâ¦â Purple felt embarrassed and looked out of the car window to change the subject. âHeâs just very strict with me. He says the young masters of the Graves family are all bad people and told me not to go to their house anymore.â
Purple casually chatted for a bit, with a hint of evasion. Unexpectedly, however, Marcel seemed somewhat downhearted after hearing this.
âThe young masters of the Graves family are indeed not good people. Ah, are there even any good people left in this worldâ¦â Marcel sighed.
Purple looked at him strangely, âWhatâs wrong with you?â
âDo you remember the Caspian Maple case?â Marcelâs face darkened as he quietly told her, âCaspian Mapleâs mother isnât just a company boss, but also a rich woman who people call âMadameâ. She once kept a pretty boy and was said to be very fond of him, spending a lot of money on him. However, when the pretty boy met an even richer woman, he dumped Caspian Mapleâs mother.â
Purpleâs eyes widened slightly, âCould it beâ¦â
âYes, itâs exactly as youâre thinking,â Marcel nodded. âNana Roweâs mother is that richer woman. The pretty boy married her and had a child, but his nature couldnât change, and he always enjoyed flirting with women. Caspian Maple resented this man for deceiving his mother emotionally and financially, so he planned the kidnapping to punish the pretty boy.â
Marcel took a deep sigh, âAlthough we caught the real culprit, we also covered up Caspian Mapleâs premeditated crime. Sometimes I really canât figure out if what weâre doing is right or wrong. Take this current case, for example. Weâre actually helping that scumbag Gerald Graves. Havenât there been enough women played and destroyed by Second Young Master Graves in Clearwater City?â
Purple remained silent upon hearing this.
After working in this field for a long time, perhaps everyone would have the same confusion as Marcel.
After Marcel finished sighing, he realized discussing these things with a young girl seemed a little too sentimental. He scratched the back of his head and chuckled at himself, âIâm just casually expressing my feelings, nothing more. Of course, we have to do our job well as Young Master Graves instructed, and I know my limits.â