Chapter 690: Chapter 688: 688: Delicious Top-Grade Steak _1

“Huh? It’s Marcel’s call.” Purple Summers answered the phone, “Hello, Marcel?”

Marcel Jefferson’s cheerful and bright voice came through from the other side, “Big sis! How did the exam go? It must have been great, right? Don’t forget to treat us to a meal when you get back!”

Purple Summers nodded with a smile, “You won’t miss out on a meal.”

In her words, there was clear confidence about this exam.

Marcel Jefferson congratulated her in advance and then brought up Lindsay Carpenter’s case.

Purple Summers was a bit surprised; it had been almost a month since the events unfolded. A month ago, Lindsay Carpenter was unwilling to sue Leon Brown, but what made her change her mind a month later?

Marcel Jefferson said, “I’m going to Kingsley tomorrow to meet a witness, and the court session is on Friday. Do you want to come along?”

The case had solid evidence and testimony, just as Purple Summers had said—the chance of winning was very high. Marcel could handle it on his own, but since Purple Summers was the one who took the case, it would seem inappropriate if she didn’t inquire about it at all.

After a moment of thought, Purple Summers replied, “Send me the time and place for the court hearing, and I’ll join you on Friday.”

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She had taken a week off for her exam, and the court hearing on Friday fit into her schedule perfectly.

But now, she would have to reschedule her plan to return to Clearwater on Wednesday to Saturday instead. She needed to call Atra Blanc to explain, otherwise, her mother would start worrying.

Purple Summers phoned Atra Blanc and earnestly explained the situation to her.

She had mentioned to Atra Blanc in the past about assisting Marcel Jefferson, framing it as a way to gain practical experience, so occasionally attending court hearings with Marcel made perfect logical sense.

Just as Purple Summers was sure that Atra Blanc would understand, Atra Blanc hesitantly asked, “Purple… Did your brother tell you to say these things?”

What?

Purple Summers was stunned.

Atra Blanc continued to probe, “Is he trying to sweet-talk you into staying in Kingsley for a few extra days? Purple, be good, Mom isn’t unreasonable, it’s just that you’re still young… There are some things that… uh, these past few days, when you two… sleep at night… did you… did you…”

Atra Blanc’s sentences came out with difficulty, seemingly hard to express.

Alexander Summers couldn’t take it anymore.

He didn’t want to carry this blame.

Snatching the phone from Purple Summers, Alexander said to Atra Blanc, “Mom, do you really think I want to stay in Kingsley? I’m serving her every meal, getting her up in the morning, comforting her to sleep at night, and even helping her memorize legal provisions. How about this—I’ll go back tomorrow, and Purple can return after the court hearing on Friday.”

Upon hearing this, Atra Blanc immediately became anxious: “How can you just leave your sister alone?!”

Alexander: “…”

Whether he clung to Purple Summers or complained about her, Atra Blanc became anxious either way.

Alexander felt that these two women were his bane, incredibly hard to please.

Fortunately, after such an explanation, Atra Blanc seemed to believe Purple Summers’ story.

On the phone, Atra Blanc repeatedly urged Alexander not to be impulsive, not to be impulsive… Alexander was so annoyed he wanted to smash the phone, and finally, Atra Blanc hung up.

The room fell silent.

Alexander looked gloomily at Purple, “Okay, the exams are over, and there’s no rush to go back. Aren’t I due some reward for my efforts these past few days?”

Purple Summers sat cross-legged on the bed, reminding him softly, “Mom just said not to be impulsive…”

“This isn’t about being impulsive,” Alexander said with a cold laugh. “This is a considered, rational decision.”

Purple Summers thought about it seriously. She had indeed been a bit too much these past couple of days.

“Alright then.” She went all out, spreading her hands generously, “You choose. Left or right?”

Alexander’s gaze lingered, as if he were eyeing a succulent prime steak, contemplating where to take the first bite.

“I choose the middle.” Alexander turned off the light with his hand.

Purple Summers was dumbfounded, thinking: What new trick can you play with this kind of thing?

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