Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Purple Summers laughed, “I don’t know, I’m just guessing.”

Marcel Jefferson was speechless. He had seen Purple’s abilities before and thought she would analyze some critical clues, but he didn’t expect her to be guessing!

Purple Summers said, “The wealthier a family is, the more they value their reputation. If Second Young Master Graves really committed a homicide, there would be a long line of people willing to take the blame for him, let alone destroy evidence and erase traces. Clearwater City would only have one more missing person case, but it wouldn’t end up like the current situation. The Graves Family can confidently hire a team of lawyers to fight the case, probably because Second Young Master Graves is indeed wronged.”

Marcel Jefferson seemed lost in thought, “What you’re saying seems to make some sense…”

Purple Summers laughed again, “It’s also possible that Second Young Master Graves was in such a hurry at the time, that when Gavin Graves received the news, there was no time to cover up the scandal, so they had to fight the lawsuit head-on.”

Marcel Jefferson’s mouth remained open, stunned.

So it turns out everything said was a waste!

“So, what should I do?!” Marcel Jefferson felt helpless.

“Don’t worry, there are many talents among the legal team, and you may not even have to step forward,” Purple Summers reassured him.

“But they lost the lawsuit!” Marcel Jefferson frowned, doubting the capabilities of the so-called top-tier legal team.

Purple Summers commented calmly, “They must have had an off day, and besides, conflicts are bound to arise where there are a lot of people.”

After careful consideration, Marcel thought that might indeed be the case. The lawyers within the top-tier legal team were all incredibly talented, but when put together, conflicts were bound to arise between those strong personalities.

“Alright, I will agree to join the legal team.” Marcel Jefferson took a deep breath, not knowing whether he was saying it for Purple Summers to hear or for himself, “I’ll keep a low profile after joining the legal team!”

“You’d better work hard then, Marcel,” Purple Summers said with a grin.

Marcel Jefferson nodded with a naive smile, “It’s thanks to your guidance, big sister… It’s your guidance…”

After unburdening himself, Marcel Jefferson offered to drive Purple Summers home.

“No need, my family’s driver is just up ahead.” Purple Summers said goodbye to Marcel Jefferson.

She got out of the car and got into her own car to go home, oblivious to the watchful gaze in the crowd that followed her.

The observer secretly took photos and sent them out in the first place.

In the warm sunroom, the glass walls were clear and bright.

A tall and elegant man, Gavin Graves, stood alone on a small emerald green patch of grass, gently swinging a golf club –

A white ball rolled away, disappearing with a splash.

A hole in one.

“Young Master Graves,” A man in his thirties approached, his expression respectful and humble, “We’ve found out that the girl is the daughter of the Summers Family.”

In his hand was a phone, which displayed a photo of Purple Summers.

It was the photo taken earlier at the school gate.

In the photo, the young girl was wearing a navy-blue school uniform with a red and blue plaid skirt. Her legs were slightly exposed, giving off a youthful vibe that made her like any other student.

However, if there was any difference to be noted, it would be that Purple Summers was more delicate in appearance, an unusual kind of pure beauty.

Surprise flashed in Gavin Graves’s eyes, seemingly a bit taken aback.

He took a closer look at the phone again.

…That’s right, it was her.

Not long ago, he had accompanied a female companion to a fashion show, where he met a young girl – Purple Summers.

He had excellent memory, and was able to recall people and conversations in great detail, especially Purple Summers, who had left a deep impression on him, especially her eyes.

At that time, Purple had called him Mr. Graves, so she must have known his identity, but her eyes were remarkably calm.

Gavin Graves had thought that maybe some powerful force wanted to plant women by his side, intentionally trying to attract his attention.

That strategy had apparently worked, as Gavin Graves remembered Purple Summers.

Seeing him stare for so long, the steward ventured to ask, “Is there a problem, young master?”

Gavin Graves smiled, his smile shallow and elegant, bearing a regal nobility. “Nothing, just feeling that it’s fate. I’ve had the fortune of encountering this girl once before.”