âYolanda?â Alexander Summers frowned, showing displeasure. âWhat does she want to do?â
Purple Summers shook her head. âMaybe Iâm overthinking it, Mom said Yolanda just had a fight with her boyfriend and was too embarrassed due to her thin skin. But with Yolandaâs personality, whatâs there to be embarrassed about? Shouldnât she be proudly inviting people directly? Maybe even Young Master Fowlerâs new girlfriend would be invited.â
After finishing, she thought for a moment and said suspiciously, âI want to have someone follow Yolanda to see who she has been in contact with recently and what she really wants to do.â
Yolanda was likely up to something, maybe not targeting Purple Summers, but Purple did not want her party ruined by Yolandaâs antics.
Alexander Summers found it troublesome and said, âIf youâre worried, why not just not invite the Fowler family?â
âEven if I donât invite them, it doesnât mean the Fowlers wonât come. Yolanda specifically told Mom when I wasnât home because she knew Mom wouldnât refuse,â Purple Summers explained. âBesides, thereâs Dylan Summers. Dylan doesnât know about Yolanda and Sheldon Fowler breaking up. Maybe heâll invite them.â
Alexander then felt irritable, with a crease in his brow.
Purple Summers placed her hand on his forehead and gently massaged, trying to smooth it out.
Alexander teased her on purpose, his thick brows relaxing and then knitting back together. Purple smoothed them, they furrowed again, and after several repetitions, Purple pinched his face hard.
âStop wiggling your eyebrows, you tadpole!â Purple Summers scolded with a laugh.
Alexander Summers embraced her. âThe tadpole is down below.â
Purple Summers, already numb to his affinity for risqué jokes, grumbled, âYour mouth, I swearâ¦â
Alexander laughed and leaned in to kiss her.
After entwining passionately for a while, Purple Summers, breathing heavily against his chest, murmured, âYou take care of the Howard Thirteenth issue. Heâs lost his memory, and even if he bears no malice towards you, he wonât withstand othersâ instigations. Be very careful. Yolanda is just a minor issue. Iâll handle it.â
âMhm,â Alexander Summers kissed the top of her head, âDonât worry, even if he wants his old position back, the Howard Family has changed so much over the years. It wonât be easy for him to secure his seat again.â@@novelbin@@
Upon hearing that, Purple Summersâs heart sank.
The implication in Alexanderâs words was clearâhe was preparing to give the position back.
â¦Indeed, the reason he had taken the position in the first place was to hold it for Howard Thirteenth. Now that Howard Thirteenth had recovered, if Alexander clung to the position, wouldnât the promises he had made turn into a joke?
Purple Summers silently hugged him tighter, saying nothing.
Alexander knew she was worried about him and felt a warmth in his heart. He gently wrapped his arms around Purple Summers, feeling as though all worries and troubles were insignificantâ¦
Atra Blanc passed by Purple Summersâs room and saw the siblings quietly embracing each other.
Purpleâs head was buried in Alexanderâs arms, and he was gazing down at her, their affection thick in the air. The atmosphere was so intimate that neither of them noticed Atra standing in the doorway.
Atra sighed silently in her heart: Oh well, Iâll pretend I didnât see anythingâ¦
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Two days later, one of Alexander Summersâs subordinates contacted Purple Summers, saying they had caught a few people and had thoroughly interrogated them. They asked for Purple Summers to come and take a look in person.
Purple Summers admired the efficiency of Alexanderâs men. After school that day, she followed them to an old residential house.
The area was filled with illegal constructions, the brick walls marked with large âDemolishâ characters. The residents had all moved away, and the nearby area was uninhabited.
Walking past the iron chain-locked courtyard wall, Purple saw three men kneeling inside, all with bruised faces. One of them was injured and bleeding profusely from his arm.
Purple Summers instinctively furrowed her brow.
The subordinate explained, âMs. Summers, these scoundrels arenât honest. They donât tell the truth unless they see some blood.â
Purple Summers nodded and asked the men kneeling on the ground, âThe person who bribed you, what did they want you to do?â
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