No matter whether Violet Nelson wrongly accused someone or not, the young masters of the Graves Family were invariably flattering her.
Actually, Purple Summers didnât dislike Violet Nelson.
Violet Nelson was gentle and dignified, speaking softly and delicately, a very beautiful lady. Although she occasionally showed arrogance, wasnât that quite normal for someone from the Presidential Palace? And after all, most of the noble ladies were proud; who didnât have a temper?
Of course, if Violet Nelson hadnât deliberately targeted Purple Summers, Purple would have continued not to dislike her.
âIâm going to the restroom.â Purple stood up, asked a servant where the restroom was, and then turned to leave the hall.
After she died in the first round of the game, there was nothing left for her to do but sit and space out, which was boring.
Once Purple left, Violet seemed somewhat uneasy, looked around at everyone, and asked, âMs. Summers isnât angry, is she?â
âIsnât this how Werewolf is played? If sheâs angry, isnât she being a bit too petty?â someone said.
Ryan Wesley said impatiently, âWhat, after being killed off a dozen times or more, we still have to smile and keep playing? Canât even walk away?â
That displeased young master of the Graves Family wanted to retort, but when he saw it was Ryan Wesley, he swallowed his words.
Aside from Gavin Graves, none of the other young masters from the Graves Family were of any real importance and didnât dare to compete with the steward of the Howard Family.
âForget it, Iâm not playing anymore.â Jane McCain stood up irritably, âIâm going to eat something. Zara, are you coming?â
Zara Jameson nodded, and Ryan Wesley also stood up.
With this commotion, four people were suddenly gone, and they would need to redistribute roles to continue playing.
âItâs fine, itâs fine, letâs keep playing! Come on, letâs deal the cards again!â Gerald Graves tried his best to rev up the atmosphere, but he was extremely annoyed inside. Today was his birthday, and the mood had turned so awkward, it was like a slap in his face!
With this thought, Gerald couldnât help feeling a little peeved at Violet Nelson.
This Ms. Nelson, not willing to take a loss even in a game, was too difficult to please!
â¦
Purple Summers left the restroom, thinking that the game hadnât finished so quickly, so she didnât rush back. Instead, she went straight outside to the lawn to get some fresh air.
The performance of the jazz singer had already ended, but the music continued to drift.
Purple Summers looked at the huge cake outside and thought: What a pity, itâs so big, and no one is eating it. Is it just a decoration?
Someone approached from behind, a chuckle in their voice: âBeauty, from the back, you look a lot like my girlfriend.â
Purple turned to look at him, unable to help but laugh and tease: âWhat are you up to now?â
Alexander Summers pretended to be shocked, saying, âAgain? Have we really met before? Was it in a dream?â
Purple almost burst out laughing, silently criticizing Alexander for his many tricks. Since he loved to perform, she might as well play along.
âSir, your way of hitting on someone is too old-fashioned.â Purple deliberately ignored him and turned to walk away.
Alexander lengthened his stride to keep up, unhurriedly saying, âYour earrings are beautiful. Did your boyfriend give them to you?â
âYes,â Purple said, âSo stop bothering me. My boyfriend is the jealous type. If he finds out, heâll definitely give you a good beating!â
âThatâs not a problem.â Alexander raised his arm naturally, placing it on Purpleâs shoulder, âAs long as youâre willing to be my girlfriend, I donât mind.â
Purple glanced at the hand on her shoulder, tilted her head slightly, and looked at him sidelong, âWhatâs in it for me to be your girlfriend?â
Alexander countered, âWhat benefits do you want?â
âEarn money to support the family, wash and cook, available for scolding and beating,â Purple taunted, âCan you do that?â
âHehâ¦â Alexander chuckled, tightening his arm around her, arrogantly saying, âIn this world, thereâs nothing I canât do.â
ââ Slap.
Suddenly there was a faint sound.
Purple and Alexander both turned to look, only to see that the people who were initially playing Werewolf in the hall were now all standing at the doorstep.
Gerald stared at them, cards scattered on the ground.
And behind Gerald, everyone else was as still as statues.