Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Purple Summers was awakened by a strange noise.

That’s when she realized she had fallen asleep on someone else’s couch, in Alexander Summers’ arms.

The position was uncomfortable, leaving her with a sore waist and back.

She sat up with her hand on her forehead and saw the chubby man playing a video game in the living room…

The sound that had woken her up was the explosion effect in the game.

…What’s going on with this guy? Why is he playing games? …Has he found the result already?

Unlike Purple, Alexander had a good sleep. He stretched lazily and asked, “Did you find anything?”

The fat man was focused on the game, not turning his head, he said: “On the table.”

On the living room table was a stack of A4-sized papers, roughly as thick as a coin.

It detailed the information of the three residents in Greenwood Town who owned a chinchilla cat. Greenwood Town had over seven hundred residents, and it was incredible that they were able to narrow it down to these three and gather their detailed information so quickly.

Purple couldn’t help but admire, “It’s incredible that they could pinpoint the breed of the cats…”

She initially thought that with the purchase record, they could only figure out who owned a cat.

With their back to them, the fat man aggressively pressed the game controller yet spoke calmly, “…cat owners love showing off their cats, all you have to do is log into their social media accounts and browse their photos to know what kind of cat they have.”

But accessing someone’s social media account and their private albums was, in fact, illegal, right?

As a former legal worker, Purple held these illegally obtained documents with mixed feelings.

“All we need to do now is get the cat hair from these cats and compare their DNA with the hair on the handkerchief, right?” Alexander rubbed Purple’s head and said, “Do you want me to introduce you to a laboratory? They can speed up the DNA testing.”

With Alexander’s help, Purple stopped being polite with him.

Assisting the prosecutor in the investigation is the duty of every citizen, so she would consider Alexander as fulfilling his duty…

Purple nodded and continued reviewing the information, suddenly noticing a familiar name-

“Huh?” Purple was surprised.

Alexander asked her, “What’s wrong?”

“This…” Purple pulled out that page, “This person is a witness called by Mr. Ross, his name is Robin Harper. I didn’t expect him to also own a chinchilla cat…”

Could it be that he was the murderer?

For a moment, Purple recalled the tall trees between the two apartment buildings – their sturdy branches extending to the windows. If Robin utilized those trees, he could completely avoid the surveillance cameras and sneak in from his window to Delilah White’s window.

But even though the trees were tall and strong, the distance between them and the windows was quite far.

If he wanted to successfully cross from the tree, not only would he need excellent jumping ability, but also outstanding balance. Did Robin have such skills?

As she continued reading the information, she made another surprising discovery.

Before becoming a fashion designer, Robin Harper had been a gymnast!

This was so unexpected…

Besides being unexpected, there was also a feeling of… that’s how it is.

It seemed that Robin had deliberately accepted Mr. Ross’s money and then let Allen Rivera notice his bank statement inconsistencies. Once his perjury was exposed, it would leave a bad impression on the judge and jury, making it difficult for Second Young Master Graves to turn the tables in the second trial. Robin was willing to take the risk of perjury to put Second Young Master Graves in prison—just how much did he hate Second Young Master Graves?

Purple’s mind was full of doubts.

The man beside her was already holding her and walking out, his tone lazy, “Don’t think about it, let’s go back to Clearwater first.”

All of Purple’s thoughts were on the case, so she unconsciously nodded…