Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 677

Chapter 677: Chapter 677: Poisonous Scheme_1

Alexander Summers’s men, who often followed him in and out of the casino, knew that just one table there could rack up tens of millions in a single night.

When Lindsay Carpenter opened her mouth to mention 30 thousand, it almost made them die of laughter.

It wasn’t surprising, though, as Kingsley had a more traditional atmosphere and indeed wasn’t as extravagant as Clearwater. And if you went even further south, to Pearlpoint City, it was a place of utterly decadent indulgence.

Purple Summers felt that openly mocking someone wasn’t nice, but she too displayed an attitude of disdain for money and generously said, “I’ll give you 75 thousand.”

Upon hearing this, Lindsay Carpenter’s eyes clearly changed. She ran her fingers through her wavy long hair, trying to appear calm, but couldn’t hide the excitement in her eyes.

“Ms. Summers, I didn’t mean to trouble you on purpose,” Lindsay Carpenter’s eyes darted around, round and lively, “But since someone has already paid me, if I don’t do anything and just go back, that wouldn’t be a good look, right…?”

Purple Summers couldn’t help laughing, finding this woman quite straightforward—as long as there was money involved, everything was negotiable.

“Worried about no evidence of my promise?” Purple Summers asked her with a smile, “What’s your bank account number?”

Lindsay Carpenter’s eyes flickered, she bit her red lips, half-doubting as she sized up Purple Summers, then recited a string of numbers.

Purple Summers used her phone to make a transfer, and in just over ten seconds, Lindsay Carpenter’s phone chimed with a notification.

Her heart blossomed with joy as she immediately ran to the bedside to grab her phone—her screen showed that 30 thousand had just been deposited into her account!

“Didn’t you say 75 thousand!” Lindsay Carpenter blurted out.

“What’s the hurry?” Purple Summers said with a laugh, “How would I know if the money I’m spending is worth it if we don’t talk about it first?”

“It’s worth it!” Lindsay Carpenter said cheerfully, “Ms. Summers, please have a seat, let’s talk slowly. Would you like some tea? I also have cola, orange juice…”

As she spoke, she enthusiastically took out a cup, but then saw a dried-up little bug in it, and her smile turned awkward.

It seemed the hygiene of the small hotel left much to be desired.

“I… I’ll go wash this,” Lindsay Carpenter said embarrassingly, turning to wash the cup, but was stopped by Purple Summers’s bodyguard.

“Our miss would drink from something in this place?” the bodyguard said with contempt.

“Yes, yes, Ms. Summers is of noble birth, how could she drink these things!” Lindsay Carpenter wasn’t angry at all; she actually hoped that Purple Summers would act even more high and mighty—the higher the airs she put on, the more money she had, and the more Lindsay could benefit!

The drastic change in Lindsay Carpenter’s attitudes amused Purple Summers.

“Ms. Carpenter, you’d better quickly clarify everything you have to say. I still need to make it to my morning class, and being late will get me marked,” Purple Summers said.

Lindsay Carpenter, mindful of the remaining 45 thousand, immediately told Purple Summers everything—

Someone had given her 15 thousand to come to Clearwater to find Purple Summers and harass her non-stop to make her agree to a lawsuit. If Purple Summers didn’t agree, then the plan was to tarnish her reputation, letting everyone know that Purple Summers saw death without helping, cold-hearted as iron and stone!

If everything went as planned, she would receive another 15 thousand afterwards.

Purple Summers laughed, “But what if I took the case?”

Lindsay Carpenter’s eyes widened slightly as she said, “Leon Brown would never let the case win. Then he would counter-sue you for conspiring with a nightclub sex worker to blackmail him, and your reputation would still be ruined!”

A lady of wealth, associating with lowly sex workers—that alone was a scandal.

Yet Purple Summers still felt that this tactic was a bit naïve—did they really think they could destroy her reputation with just Lindsay Carpenter?

“Ms. Summers, I’m just the beginning,” Lindsay Carpenter said, “Do you know what kind of people receive legal aid? The poor, the disabled, murderers, sex workers, addicts, the mentally ill… the scum from the slums. When they come flocking to you, will you be able to refuse them all? If you do, you’ll be seen as heartless and rich. If you accept, by associating with us, in the eyes of the wealthy, you’ll become as low and filthy as we are!”

Only then did Purple Summers have a sudden realization.

This move wasn’t clumsy at all. It was ingenious, wickedly so!