Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Nathaniel had grown suspicious other identity, and his current inaction wasn’t due to a lack of desire to deal with her, but rather because he hadn’t thought of a foolproof plan yet.

“When water rises, the dam rises with it; when soldiers approach, the general appears,” Purple Summers was not scared of him.

She acted as if she hadn’t seen anything and drew the curtains shut.

Purple Summers took her phone and went downstairs, slipping Cleo’s wooly tail cover onto one end of the remote control, then recorded a video of Cleo skillfully curling the remote control with the tip of her tail and sent it to Jane McCain.

Actually, there was a bit of cunning involved.

Cleo didn’t recognize what a remote control was; it was only fascinated by its tail cover. Ever since it had the tail cover, it no longer had to worry about Tiny’s harassment, so whenever Cleo saw the tail cover, it would bring it back like a dog, waiting for its owner to put it on again.

When Atra Blanc came out, she saw her daughter playing with the snake and casually reminded her, “Don’t let it out during the banquet. It wouldn’t be good if it scared the guests.”

Purple Summers was taken aback and murmured to herself, “That can’t be…”

The banquet hall was in the main villa upfront; guests shouldn’t come to this small western-style building.

And since Cleo only prowled around inside the house and wouldn’t run outside, how could it scare anyone?

However, perhaps some guests would bring their children, and it wasn’t unusual for children to play wildly and climb onto roofs. It might be better for her to keep a closer watch on Cleo.

One to prevent the python from frightening people, and two to protect her python from mischievous children.

The day of the Summers Family’s Spring Banquet arrived in the blink of an eye.

From early morning, light snow, which sometimes resembled sleet, began to fall, drizzling incessantly and moistening the pebble paths to a gleaming wetness, with thin ice edges faintly visible under the eaves.

Atra Blanc had dressed up specially today, her hair done up and her makeup light. She wore a dark green tight-fitting slit dress with diagonal collars, embroidered with magnolia flowers, which lent her a dignified and elegant air, as though she were a classical beauty who had stepped out of a painting.

Purple Summers was dazzled by Atra Blanc.

She had always known her mother was beautiful, but even the prettiest features could become commonplace with time. Today, however, with her mother’s sudden transformation, she projected an enchanting charm that captivated even Purple, a woman herself.

Especially her graceful figure, utterly enchanting, without a hint of middle- aged bulge.

“Mom, how exactly do you take care of yourself?” Purple Summers was almost insanely envious. If she could maintain half of Atra Blanc’s charm at forty, she would probably be laughing secretly in contentment.

Atra Blanc said with a smile, “Our Blanc Family has a meridian health regimen. Before going to sleep each night, I do meridian combing all over, which stimulates blood and revitalizes the body, very beneficial for health.”

“Teach me, teach me!” Purple Summers cooed.

“You’re still young. I’ll teach you when you’re older,” Atra Blanc said with a smile, fondly patting her head. “Let’s go to the front.”

The mother and daughter shared an umbrella, slowly making their way along the bluestone path, looking from afar like a pair of sister flowers in bloom.

Lively laughter and conversation filled the banquet hall upfront, with guests arriving one after another, creating a bustling atmosphere.

Dylan Summers was today’s radiant host, smartly dressed in his suit, engaging a table of guests in conversation.

As Atra Blanc and Purple Summers walked in, several aunts and maids from the Summers Family waved at them.

“Is this Purple? Wow, she’s grown so much.”

“Indeed, girls change so much by eighteen; you’re getting prettier and prettier.”

“I heard Purple is now studying at Grey’s? That’s great, she really has grown up and become sensible.”

Purple Summers stayed by Atra Blanc’s side, greeting each of them with, “Happy New Year.”

At that moment, there was a disturbance at the main entrance, and Dylan Summers’s loud voice was particularly distinct, “Oh! Mr. Williams! How did you get here? I’m so sorry for not welcoming you sooner, truly sorry indeed!”