Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 674
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Chapter 674: Chapter 674 Career_1
The next day, that woman came again.
Her attire was indecent at a glance; the security guard wouldn’t let her in, so she lit a cigarette and stood guard at the school entrance.
As soon as Purple Summers came out, the woman hurried up to her. This time, she had learned her lesson and stopped Purple before she could get in the car, pleading, “Ms. Summers, please help me, aren’t you always willing to lend a hand? Why won’t you help me? I might not have money, but I will work like an ox or horse for you! I will repay your kindness!”
Today, when Purple Summers left the school, it just so happened to be during a break between classes, and some students were at the school gates.
The woman’s outfit was eye-catching enough, and coupled with her deliberate shouting, she quickly drew the attention of many people.
The driver, who had been waiting inside the car for Purple, saw that this woman was causing trouble again and quickly got out of the car to help Purple out of the situation.
“What’s your problem? How many times do I have to tell you, if you want to sue, go find a lawyer! Why do you always pester our young lady!”
No matter what was said, the woman refused to listen and insisted on entangling with Purple at the school gates.
The driver was nearly beside himself with rage.
Just as he was about to get angry, Purple said calmly, “Get in the car first.”
She looked calmly at the driver, then swept her gaze over the onlooking crowd; the driver instantly shuddered and felt a touch of fright.
After all, this was the entrance of Grey School; if he really lost his temper and the woman started to cry and wail, being seen by others might lead people to believe the young lady was bullying others with her power!
The driver restrained his emotions, blocked the woman, and ushered Purple into the car.
After closing the car door, yesterday’s scene replayed itself; the woman blocked the car, refusing to let Purple leave, and threw a tantrum.
Some people nearby commented, “This woman is being too unreasonable. If she wants to sue, why doesn’t she find a lawyer?”
Others said, “But that Ms. Summers is too cold-hearted. Didn’t you see? That woman cried for so long, and she didn’t show any emotion at all.”
“Exactly, it would’ve been just a simple effort to call and put her in touch with a law firm. Look, she’s sitting in the car reading a book, as if she doesn’t want to lift a finger to help.”
“Huh… is there anything now more important than participating in the judicial examination? Of course, she wouldn’t want to waste any time,” said someone who seemed to be familiar with Purple, with a sour tone.
Purple remained oblivious to everything happening around her, quietly reading her book.
Just like yesterday, after the woman made a scene for a while and saw that she couldn’t gain anything, she left on her own.
Meanwhile, Purple lifted her phone and spoke into it, “Follow her, see where she goes, who she meets, and don’t get caught.”
She then hung up and had the driver take her home.
Purple was curious about the intentions of the person behind this woman.
——Was it really just an attempt to tarnish her reputation? If so, it would have been better to hire an old lady; the righteous and passionate students would certainly condemn her robustly. Why find a woman who oozes immorality?
After arriving home, Purple read a book for a while longer until it was time for dinner.
Knowing that Purple was studying hard, Atra Blanc always prepared a sumptuous dinner, and hearing that walnuts were good for the brain, she would always specially make her a rich and fragrant cup of peanut walnut milk.
While Purple was drinking the walnut milk, she received a call.
She intentionally walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, moving away from Atra Blanc, and asked the caller, “How did it go? Is everything clear?”
“Her name is Lindsay Carpenter, she works as a waitress at a night club in Kingsley. She accused a wealthy young master of raping her and applied for legal aid due to financial constraints, but no law firm in Kingsley would take her case. Recently, for some unknown reason, she suddenly came to Clearwater and is now staying in a hotel on Windfall Street.” The voice on the phone paused briefly before continuing, “Miss, shall we detain her for questioning?”
The methods of Alexander Summers’s people in interrogation were sure to be quite “unique,” and Purple felt it was better not to try them lightly.
“No need, I will go there myself tomorrow,” Purple said after a moment’s thought. She then asked, “Her profession… is she really a waitress?”
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment before responding, “She’s a sex worker.”