Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Due to this unexpected assassination attempt, Alexander Summers didn’t insist on taking Purple Summers to his residence. With the enemies setting an ambush halfway there, it meant that his residence had been exposed and was no longer safe.

Alexander sent Purple back to the Summers Family home.

This was also one of the reasons why he had always kept up the facade of being a spoiled young man. At least when he was Alexander, there would be no assassinations, ambushes, or any hostile forces trying to harm his mother or sister.

His family would be safe.

No one would have thought that the current head of the Howard Family was actually from another family.

Everyone believed that the enigmatic Master Xander was actually Roy Howard.

Alexander called Atra Blanc to tell her that he wanted to have dinner at home, and Atra excitedly went out to buy groceries.

After sending Atra away, Alexander carried Purple, who was still sleeping, back to her room and quickly bathed her and changed her into a clean set of pajamas.

Her dislocated wrist was reset, and ointment was applied to each of the abrasions on her skin.

Despite all this, Purple didn’t wake up.

Her sleep was too deep, which was not a good sign. The difficulty of waking up could be a sign that her soul had not yet completely recovered. Alexander was worried and remembered that Hunter Dalton had mentioned a three-eyed divine crow, hoping to get it as soon as possible…

While Purple was asleep, Alexander made two phone calls.

One was to inquire about the investigation results of today’s assassination, and the other was to ask someone to find out why Nathaniel Summers had suddenly returned.

He always had concerns about Nathaniel.

Nathaniel should have been busy dealing with the branch company’s affairs at this moment and shouldn’t have returned so early.

It wasn’t a secret, so the inquiry found the answer quickly.

It turned out that the Jameson Family’s young master, Henry Jameson, had run into legal troubles, and Nathaniel had come back specifically to help him.

The Jamesons and the Summers had been friends for generations, and especially since Nathaniel and Henry had grown up together, it made sense for Nathaniel to return to help on both personal and professional levels.

If Suzanne Saunders were still alive, Nathaniel would definitely have sought her assistance in this matter. After all, no one’s words carry more authority than those of a prosecutor.

But Suzanne was no longer around, so who would Nathaniel turn to?

Perhaps it would be the newly appointed prosecutor, Jade Carlson, or maybe… Dylan Summers? Although his work in the office wasn’t really related to legal affairs, he was in the Justice Bureau and knew many legal practitioners, so he might be able to help.

Alexander was pleased with this development.

He hoped that Nathaniel would get closer to Jade, even closer, the closer the better.

Purple didn’t wake up until 8 o’clock that night.

As she opened her eyes, the room was dimly lit, and she only saw Alexander leaning against the window. The cold starlight outside shone on his profile, making his facial features even more profound and handsome.

He had changed into a clean set of clothes, the white shirt emitting an azure glow under the starlight. His downcast and silent appearance was quite different from his usual vulgar and lewd demeanor. Instead, he looked dignified, elegant, and dashing.

Purple couldn’t help but think: There is no man more handsome than Alexander Summers in this world.

…and there is no man more perverted than Alexander Summers.

“Awake?” Alexander sensed her gaze and looked up at her, a gentle smile in his eyes.

Purple ignored him and slowly sat up, supporting her body.

She quickly realized that her dislocated wrist had been reset and she had been changed into her pajamas…

Purple’s face turned pale.

It was obvious who had helped her change her clothes.

“Let’s go downstairs for dinner; Mom has been waiting for us,” Alexander said.

In the dining room downstairs, Atra had already prepared a table full of delicious food. She had reheated some of the dishes that had become cold.

Seeing her children coming downstairs, Atra looked worriedly at Purple: “Your brother said your car was hit on the road today, and your hand got dislocated too. Are you feeling better now? Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital again?”

Purple hesitated for a moment, then lowered her head and softly replied with a hum.

Atra was too gullible. She believed the lies Alexander casually made up without question..