Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Having finished speaking, Purple Summers let out a soft sigh, feeling somewhat mentally drained, before turning and leaving.

As for how to make a choice, she would no longer interfere.

In the grand scheme of things, she and Yolanda Summers held grudges against each other, small misunderstandings and resentments, but it had not yet escalated to a blood feud. Purple Summers felt she had done her duty towards Yolanda.

She wasn’t Yolanda’s mother after all. What needed to be said, she had already said. If Yolanda didn’t want to listen, then she was at a loss.

Purple Summers travelled back to the ballroom on the ground floor and gathered alongside Zara Jameson and Jane McCain.

She wasn’t one for dancing, but Jane and Zara were quite good at it, and they both pulled her over to the edge of the dance floor to teach her the steps, jesting and fooling around joyously.

In the meantime, Purple occasionally glanced towards the direction of the elevators. She didn’t see Yolanda, but after a while, she spotted her on the dance floor.

Yolanda was dancing with a gentleman.

The man was of average height, and Yolanda, with her tall stature and high heels, was a bit taller than him.

“Who is that?” asked Purple Summers.

After a glance, Jane McCain laughed and said, “That’s the young master of the Fowler Family. Despite his average looks, his family owns several vineyards overseas and they are incredibly wealthy.”

She giggled mischievously and added, “Purple, your niece has some choice taste in men.”

Purple laughed as well, although with a touch of helplessness.

Having given up on Young Master Graves and Young Master Forrester, Yolanda rapidly switched tactics and set her sights on a new target.

Purple ruminated: there’s nobody in this world you can afford to belittle; even those you usually look down upon can surprise you, such as the current Yolanda, or the absent Jade Carlson.

Not long after both Purple and Yolanda left, Bella Foster arrived at Room 1311.

She frowned, her cheeks blush, moving languidly and unsteady.

Once upstairs, Bella Foster felt even hotter.

What was wrong with this hotel? Was the central heating turned up too high? Damn it!

She reached up to touch her chest subconsciously. Her heartbeat was erratic and her skin felt a little sweaty.

Bella Foster wondered if she had gotten drunk, otherwise why would she be feeling so uneasy? There was a burning sensation within her body; the muscles inside her legs twitched occasionally, making her want to cry out.

It was exasperating.

And unbearable.

From a young age, Bella had liked Gavin Graves, only Gavin was in her eyes…Now, her insight on her own condition was rather vague, and after the effects of the drug enhancements kicked in, she was no longer able to think straight.

Stumbling about in a daze, she noticed the key card on the floor by her door, with her boggled mind, she struggled to think: “Why is the key card here? Is Purple Summers inside?”

After such a long time, what was their situation now?

At this thought, her mouth dry, she pressed her ear to the door to listen.

But all she could hear was her own throbbing heartbeat.

“I should go in and expose their disgrace,” Bella Foster mumbled in an stupor, unconsciously stretching out her hand to swipe the door open with the card—

Young Master Forrester, who had been resting briefly in the room, was now changing his clothes. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he assumed his stylist had arrived. Turning to take a look, however, he saw a dreamy Bella Foster walking in.

“Ms. Foster?” Young Master Forrester raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Holding her forehead, Bella scanned the room but didn’t see Purple.

She was confused: Where was Purple? Why wasn’t she in the room?

Her gaze fell unconsciously onto Young Master Forrester before her—he had just changed into a new shirt, the buttons were unfastened, revealing half of his solid chest…