Chapter 82: Chapter 82 - 82: Framing

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Provoking the other party and then recording them is neither a profound nor complicated tactic, but its brilliance lies in the timing.

Most people, including adults, would be frightened and confused at first. It might take them a day, if not several days, to come up with a way to resolve the situation.

However, Purple was quick to act!

At that time, Laura had just destroyed the evidence and was utterly unsuspecting, allowing Purple to seize the opportunity.

Could it be… he really underestimated her?

Purple didn’t notice Dylan’s secret scrutiny; she sat on the soft couch with an innocent expression, “Mom, is there any breakfast left? I want some red bean milk.”

The sixteen-year-old girl was naive, and her every frown and smile exuded innocence, making it hard for people to believe she could be so cunning.

Dylan was somewhat puzzled.

“You want some bean milk? I’ll make it for you right away,” Atra Blanc stood up, and then, as if remembering something, hurriedly said, “Dylan, I’m so sorry. You’ve been sitting here for so long, and I didn’t even offer you a cup of tea.”

Having said that, she went to the kitchen to prepare the tea and bean milk.

“Purple,” Dylan asked, with a gentle smile on his face and a scrutinizing and inquiring look in his eyes, “I heard from Laura that you recorded something. Can you show it to me?”

“Yeah,” Purple answered in a soft, sweet voice, “But big brother said it would only be available after school starts.”

Dylan’s expression stiffened momentarily, then relaxed.

Demanding money and cars, such intrusive and limitless blackmail, indeed seemed like something that Alexander, the scapegrace, would do.

“Your brother told you to record it?” He stared intensely at Purple’s eyes.

Purple nodded obediently, with the eyes of an innocent deer, “Yes, my brother said that if I did this, Laura wouldn’t bully me anymore, and I could go to Grey.”

Dylan gave a faint smile, his eyes flashing gloomily.

So that’s how it is… Alexander was the one behind this.

Purple observed Dylan’s reaction with a poker face.

Since Alexander had a bad reputation, framing him didn’t bother her in the slightest, and it was even a bit gratifying.

“Purple, Laura won’t bully you anymore,” Dylan assured Purple, his tone gentle, “But you have to give the recording to me. You don’t want to go to court with your family, do you?”

Purple shook her head, with clear and innocent eyes, looking like a gentle little white rabbit.

“Big brother, I don’t want to go to court. I just want to go to Grey to study.”

Dylan finally felt at ease, thinking: after all, she’s just a young, ignorant child. How could she dare to go to a place like a court? She must have been instigated by Alexander. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Give the recording to me, and I’ll send you to Grey to study,” Dylan persuaded her gently, “Even if your grades are poor, it doesn’t matter. Yolanda graduated from Grey, and she can tutor you.”

Yolanda? She didn’t believe Yolanda would sincerely tutor her; mockery and sarcasm would be more likely.

Purple didn’t respond to Dylan, her eyes darting around as if avoiding something, “…Will you also give me that car, big brother?”

Dylan was slightly taken aback, then a cold, disdainful smile filled his eyes.

Old Master Summers loved collecting luxury cars, and the Summers Family’s garage housed several limited edition models.

The pink Hummer was the cheapest car in the garage.

Children were indeed children; seeing a pink car as a toy, they wanted it just because of the color.

However, Dylan thought, she’s just an adopted daughter, and it’s normal for her to have no knowledge of these things.

“That car belongs to your third sister-in-law, and it’s currently being used by Aunt Jade. I’ve already discussed it with your third brother; the car will be returned to you tomorrow.” Dylan suppressed his impatience and spoke again, “Purple, give the recording to me now…”

Suddenly, Purple exclaimed in joy, jumped up from the couch, and ran to the kitchen shouting, “Mom! This is great! Big brother said he’s going to give me the pink Hummer!”

Dylan’s smile stiffened at the corner of his mouth..