Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

The woman in the video took a used condom from the trash bin. If Henry Jameson were really the banknote thief, he would have never used such a thing.

“Henry Jameson has a girlfriend,” Purple Summers stated confidently. “And Chloe Bennett knows he has a girlfriend, that’s why she was lying in wait in the apartment hallway.”

“But why would Henry lie to us?” Aria Jackson asked.

Purple Summers shook her head, “I don’t know.”

Marcel Jefferson grumbled, “He’s really out of tune, we’re already overwhelmed with searching for clues, and he still manages to confuse us further!”

“How’s the investigation into Chloe Bennett going?” Purple Summers asked Marcel.

Marcel smiled awkwardly, “Chloe Bennett hasn’t been living in the school dormitory for a long time. She’s been staying with her cousin in an old community. Nobody really manages the place, and the streetlights and surveillance have been broken for months. No one has fixed them, so…”

“So, you found nothing?” Aria Jackson glared, knocking the back of his head with a hand chop. “You lazy thing!”

“Sis! How am I supposed to investigate with no surveillance?” Marcel Jefferson clutched his head and cried out in injustice, “I’m a lawyer, not a detective!”

Aria Jackson wanted to hit him again but, seeing her cousin’s aggrieved expression, she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

She knew her family well; her cousin was just an ordinary, third-rate lawyer. He relied on the compensation from the demolition of his old house to open a law firm, handling relatively minor cases. Handling a tricky case like this was indeed too much for him.

Purple Summers watched the video and remained silent.

Usually, larger law firms would have their own investigators, but Prominence Law Firm clearly lacked investigative resources.

“Go to Chloe Bennett’s house,” Purple Summers said. “Since there’s no surveillance footage, we’ll have to investigate in person.”

“…Uh, what? What do I look for? How do I investigate?” Marcel Jefferson was baffled.

Purple Summers smiled, “Go through her trash.”

Marcel Jefferson:”?!!”

The environment in the old community was poor; whether it was the green belts or the parking spaces, they were filled with all kinds of garbage and waste. The area surrounding the trash bins was piled high like a mountain, seemingly cleaned only once every few days.

Marcel Jefferson covered his nose and mouth, waving his hand to disperse the faint stench in the air.

“Chloe Bennett could attend a prestigious school like Grey’s, so why would she live here?” Marcel looked around and sighed. “I can’t believe there’s such a filthy, chaotic place like this in Clearwater City.”

Purple Summers replied, “Grey’s has a poverty alleviation quota and provides various scholarships for outstanding students. As long as the academic performance is good enough, just relying on the scholarships could easily make a small fortune.”

Then she asked Marcel, “How’s Chloe Bennett’s recent performance?”

“You’re asking me?” Marcel was stunned.

Aria Jackson impatiently said, “If we don’t ask you, who do we ask? Didn’t we tell you to investigate Chloe Bennett a long time ago?”

Marcel’s face showed embarrassment, his voice weak: “I didn’t know I was supposed to look into her academic performance…”

“What use are you then?” Aria Jackson rolled her eyes in frustration.

Marcel scratched the back of his head, his face slightly red.

Purple Summers silently handed him a face mask and a pair of white plastic gloves.

His mouth dropped open into an 0, and he stared in shock, “You…you want me to do it?”

“If it’s not you, then should Purple Summers and I do it?” Aria Jackson pushed him with a hand. Her strength sent him stumbling toward the garbage pile. “Men should do men’s work, so hurry up and find clues.”

“But…but what am I supposed to look for? There’s everything here! How am I supposed to know which things are clues?”

Purple Summers thought for a moment and said, “Look for delivery boxes, delivery bags, or torn delivery slips. Pay attention to similar items..”