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Recently, the Summers Family had been calm and quiet.
Dylan Summers had paid a hefty sum to settle disputes, leaving him in a terrible mood, and he spent several nights out for entertainment.
Laura Summers locked herself in her room, waiting for the slap mark on her face to fade.
Yolanda Summers didnât bother Purple Summers either.
Purple enjoyed the most comfortable days since her rebirth.
She picked a nice day to go out for a drive, taking her Hummer to the 4S shop to have the entire interior replaced and serviced along the way.
Next, Purple planned to go to a private detective agency.
As a prosecutor, she easily had access to assistants and the power to delegate police officers, occasionally even collaborating with private detectives.
Purple knew a few reputable agencies and was ready to visit them, she wanted to try her luck.
As if fate wanted to ruin her peaceful days, she couldnât find an available car after waiting for a long time.
Purple spotted a nearby bus stop and decided to take the bus instead.
However, at one of the stops, a man behind her suddenly snatched her bag and ran off the bus!
âAh! Thereâs a robber!â
Several passengers on the bus shouted out in alarm!
Purple rushed off the bus to chase the thief, as did two other passengers who wanted to help, but the thief was too fast and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The passengers sighed: âEven if we call the police, itâs probably useless. These thieves nowadays are so cunning!â
Purple smiled slightly, saying, âItâs okay, there wasnât much money in my bag anyway.â
Her bag only contained her cellphoneâ¦
So Dylan finally made a move. Last time it was a home burglary, this time a street robbery. How creative of him.
She really wanted to give him a five-star review.
The bus continued its journey, as passengers continued discussing the recent excitement, and many sympathized with Purple.
Feeling uncomfortable under such attention, Purple got off at the next stop, planning to switch buses.
Her luck wasnât great.
The route was desolate, without a trace of any vehicle, and she had no idea how far the next stop was.
Purple stood for a while, her feet aching, so she sat in the shade to wait.
Without her phone, things were quite inconvenient, at the very least she couldnât call for help.
But⦠thinking that Alexander Summers couldnât track her now made her quite happy. Ha!
Purple patiently waited for a while, and unexpectedly, a familiar silver Maybach pulled up.
She furrowed her brow.
She recognized the car; it was the one Nathaniel Summers often drove.
âThe car slowed down, stopping in front of Purple, revealing Nathanielâs face through the window.
âPurple, what are you doing here?â Nathaniel raised his eyebrow, showing a bit of surprise.
He glanced at the nearby bus stop sign, guessing that Purple was waiting for the bus, and said, âGet in. Iâll give you a ride wherever youâre going.â
Purple despised Nathaniel.
Her disgust for him was even greater than for Alexander because Nathaniel was hypocritical.
However, there was no knowing when the bus would arrive, it seemed difficult to find a ride, and her feet were really hurting.
Purple didnât hesitate and got into the car.
âWhere are you going?â Nathaniel asked her.
Purple replied softly, âThe movie theater.â
Of course, she couldnât tell him she was going to the detective agency.
Anyway, the theater was only two streets away from the agency. Sheâd have to walk a bit further, but it wasnât a big deal.
But then Nathaniel frowned, âDid you make plans to see a movie with friends? Purple, youâre not hanging out with those delinquents again, are you?â
Purple looked out the car window, her voice cold: âElder brother, youâre too nosy. If you donât have time, you can stop the car now, and Iâll go myself..â