Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

The elder master scolded the swindler, and some in the Howard Family felt he was speaking indirectly, scolding the pagoda tree, and did it quite well!

Weren’t Roy Howard and Lily Howard two big deceivers? Hosting this engagement, who didn’t know it was fake? Wasn’t it just so Roy Howard could more justifiably become the family head?

Though that’s what many thought, nobody dared to give away even the slightest hint on the surface.

Because Roy Howard’s methods were too startling and scary, no one dared to offend him.

The servants in the manor immediately and nimbly began cleaning up the broken glass on the ground. The steward brought over some pastries to pacify the elder master, who could be capricious like a child; just a bit of something sweet and he was all smiles again, happy as could be.

The atmosphere in the banquet hall returned to normal, and everyone resumed their eating, drinking, and merriment, with the dance floor once again growing crowded.

Purple Summers sat at a table on the side, watching from afar as Sarah acted coquettishly with Lily Howard.

Lily Howard’s method of pampering her wife was indeed novel, as she took banknotes from the red envelope given by Elder Master Howard, folding them into paper airplanes, and then, wrapping her arms around Sarah, hand-in-hand teaching her how to throw paper planes.

The banknote planes fell onto the snowflake-patterned marble floor, with Sarah giggling nonstop in Lily Howard’s embrace.

“What are you looking at?” Gavin Graves sat down beside her at some point.

Purple Summers came back to her senses and smiled, “Nothing, just looking around.”

“Want to dance?” Gavin Graves invited her again.

Purple Summers shook her head, explaining, “I twisted my ankle earlier, it still hurts a bit.”

In truth, it didn’t hurt much anymore, but her shoes were uncomfortable, and she wasn’t keen on moving. Moreover, she had realized that she wasn’t really good at dancing; it was Gavin Graves who had led the dance well before.

Gavin Graves said, “You sit here, I’ll get you something to eat. What do you want?”

Purple Summers thought it was a bother to trouble him and declined, “No need, I can get it myself in a bit.”

Gavin Graves looked at her with a smile that seemed a little helpless, and said, “Ms. Summers, please give a gentleman a chance to show himself.”

Purple Summers couldn’t help but laugh, replying, “Alright, please bring me a piece of mousse cake, thank you, Young Master Graves.”

Gavin Graves smiled, stood up to get food, and suddenly the hall went pitch black as the lights went out.

Only seconds after the lights went out, a massive explosion was heard from outside the manor!

Explosion, signifying an attack.

An attack, signifying that someone would die!

The banquet hall instantly descended into chaos.

Everyone here was highly alert to danger and would act to save their lives at the first sign of trouble!

Before their eyes could adjust to the darkness, someone had already drawn the curtains, and light from outside poured in, casting onto each person’s face, fully revealing their terrified expressions.

Alexander Summers’s men entered from outside and announced, “It’s the sixteenth young master’s car that’s been blown up.”

“Damn!” A crude curse arose from the crowd, presumably from Howard Sixteenth.

Then another shrill scream echoed through the hall, “The old master is dead!”

Everyone turned back in horror, looking towards Elder Master Howard seated at the very back of the hall—

Elder Master Howard slumped in his seat, a knife deeply stabbed into his chest, and fresh blood slowly staining his cotton-cloth shirt…

Everything transpired too quickly, first the lights went out, followed by the explosion, and now, Elder Master Summers was dead.

…Dead at the engagement reception.

“Someone took advantage of the blackout to kill the elder master!”

“Who did it?!”

“It’s a conspiracy! They blew up the car on purpose to distract everyone, then killed the elder master!”

“Holden Howard! You were the closest to the elder master just now! Did you do it?!”

“I’ve been sitting here the whole time, not moving—you better stop your baseless accusations!”

Amidst the confusion and various opinions, people began attacking each other.

Someone suddenly raised their voice, “Roy Howard! Is this your conspiracy?! The elder master was in good health recuperating in the ancestral home, yet something happens as soon as he attends your reception! Did you plan all of this?”