Chapter 661: Chapter 659: 659 More Like a Pig_1

“It seems to be that name,” Alexander replied in an offhand manner, “dressed all in white like she’s attending a funeral.”

Purple Summers couldn’t help laughing and crying at his comment, “You really have a way with words. Although Ms. Nelson is a bit annoying, that gown of hers was actually quite pretty.”

Purple wasn’t the type to nitpick, and her assessments of others were relatively fair. She wouldn’t find someone annoying without a reason.

Alexander’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and he asked, “Did she bully you?”

“It’s not about bullying,” Purple gently shook her head, “we just don’t see eye to eye. I don’t like her.”

After her words lingered for a moment, Purple suddenly realized something and looked up to ask Alexander, “You mentioned Violet Nelson came to Clearwater for a marriage alliance with the Graves Family. Does that mean she will marry Young Master Graves?”

Although it wasn’t any of her business, Purple felt that Violet Nelson seemed, well, a bit… mismatched for Gavin Graves?

Of course, her impression of Violet was still based on their game of werewolf, which might have been a bit narrow-minded. Perhaps Violet had admirable qualities she wasn’t aware of. Nonetheless, first impressions are often the hardest to forget.

Even if Purple were to change her opinion of Violet in the future, they could never be friends. The thorn in her side would always be there.

Alexander had no interest in the affairs of the Graves Family and casually said, “I don’t know whom she will marry, but the trouble is clear. The criminal attack on the Graves Residence this time must have been orchestrated by the Simonson Family’s opponents. They just needed to make trouble for either Gavin Graves, Gerald Graves, or Violet Nelson to overturn the partnership between the Graves and Simonson families, allowing someone else to profit from behind the scenes. How convenient.”

If Violet were to die at the Graves Residence, Gavin would inevitably be implicated, and the partnership would naturally fall apart.

And if Gavin or Gerald died, Violet would find herself at a loss. The assassin came for her; even if she married into the Graves Family, could she ever have peaceful days?

Understanding this, Purple suddenly felt sympathy for Violet.

She thought that Violet was even more like a pig than she was: a pig raised carefully from birth, always ready to be slaughtered for the New Year’s feast.

“Does the Howard Family also have a candidate they support in the presidential election?” Purple asked Alexander with curiosity.

“No,” Alexander laughed lightly, “politicians are too cunning, they mostly consume without spitting out the bones. I prefer to avoid such unpleasantness.”

Then why would the Graves Family…

“Since ancient times, what waxes will wane; what overflows will recede. The Howard Family has been at the top of the four major families for too long, and it’s time for us to step down,” Alexander said as he gently stroked Purple’s hair, his voice low and lethargic, “the older generation in the clan is too old; the younger one is too young, and there are not many who are in their prime. While the Howards may look splendid on the surface, they are decayed on the inside. There’s nothing wrong with conceding the limelight to recuperate and nurture health.”

Old Master Howard believed in the law of the wolf pack. He was the only family head among the four major families who observed the internal strife of his descendants with a cold eye.

This method could indeed choose the most ferocious wolf king, but it also drained the strength of the entire pack. Now, this was the mess Alexander faced.

Purple instinctively snuggled into his embrace, feeling sorry for Alexander.

Others just see him as having seized the position of family head, occupying a lofty status while enjoying wealth and power. Who could see the hard work he put in for the Howard Family?

She teased him playfully to lighten the mood, “Who would’ve guessed you could be so philosophical, aware of the principle that all prosperity will decline.”

Alexander, who never knew modesty, touched her soft cheek with his hand, saying in a seductive tone, “I know much more than that, and I’ll teach you, little by little, in time.”

“I don’t want your teachings, and I don’t want to learn. Do you have no other tricks besides being a hooligan!” Purple retorted with disdain, yet her eyes curved like crescent moons, a teasing anger dancing within them, “You’re the worst.”

Alexander laughed heartily, “Who was it just now, clinging to my arm and repeatedly saying I’m the best? How come in the blink of an eye I’ve become the worst?”

Embarrassed and annoyed, Purple reached out to tear at his mouth, but was caught by the hooligan who kissed her hand several times, shamelessly taking advantage.