Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 343: Chapter 343: Unexplained Hostility

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Purple Summers immediately said, “I’ll come over right now.”

She was so eager to know the answer that she didn’t hesitate, which was completely inconsistent with her usual cautious attitude.

After such a long time of puzzling over the unanswered question in her heart, would the truth finally be revealed?

– In the end, who was it that had resurrected her?

With this thought, Purple Summers’ heart began to race uncontrollably, as if she couldn’t wait to get to Graves Residence to find out.

Lester Williams said, “Tell me your location, and I’ll send a car to pick you up.” Considering the strict security around Graves Residence, ordinary vehicles wouldn’t be able to pass through, so Purple Summers informed Lester Williams of her location.

Soon, Lester Williams sent a car to pick her up.

On her way to Graves Residence, Purple Summers realized that if Alexander Summers found out she went there, he would probably cause her trouble.

But right now, she couldn’t care less about that.

The bluestone road at Graves Residence was smooth and wide, with elegant, low pines on either side. Purple Summers didn’t have the time to admire it as she hurried along.

She strode into the living room, but didn’t see Gavin Graves, only a woman sitting casually on the white leather sofa: Bella Foster, whom she had met before.

Upon receiving news of her arrival, Lester Williams came downstairs and said to Purple Summers, “Ms. Summers, please wait a moment, Young Master Graves has a guest.”

Purple Summers then sat down on the other side of the sofa, noticed Bella Foster’s gaze, and greeted her politely, “Ms. Foster.”

Actually, she had little fondness for Bella Foster, still remembering the time when this woman had pointed at her and cursed her. Although there was a reason for it, Purple Summers couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

When visiting someone else’s home, Purple Summers wouldn’t deliberately cause trouble or create awkward situations. This was out of respect for the host and basic etiquette.

Fortunately, today Bella Foster behaved reasonably, unlike her unreasonable tantrum last time.

“Ms. Summers is here too, huh?” Bella Foster smiled.

Purple Summers smiled back and nodded her head in response.

She sat quietly on the sofa, her eyes half-closed, her demeanor tranquil and remote, showing no intention of engaging in small talk with Bella Foster. Nevertheless, Purple Summers could still feel an ice-cold gaze observing her without interruption.

Bella Foster’s scrutinizing eyes were undisguised, making Purple Summers feel as if she had a thorn in her side. Perhaps it was because of Bella Foster’s sense of superiority that she thought there was no need to hide it.

Purple Summers sat with an indifferent expression, ignoring Bella Foster’s gaze. Her thoughts were now elsewhere, with no time to dwell on this seemingly unprovoked animosity.

However, Bella Foster wanted to strike up a conversation with her, “Ms. Summers, despite your young age, you managed to turn the tables for the second young master. That’s really impressive. Did you specifically study this or take any special courses?”

“I was just interning at the law firm and occasionally helped out with a few ideas. The fact that the second young master is safe and sound is all thanks to Mr. Jefferson’s efforts,” Purple Summers replied.

“That’s quite something, indeed,” Bella Foster asked with a smile, “Did you come today to talk to Young Master Graves about the case? Wasn’t the lawsuit over already?”

Purple Summers said, “It’s for something else.”

“Oh?” Bella Foster straightened her back slightly, becoming more poised, “What is it for?”

Her eyes pressed upon Purple Summers, eager to know the answer.

Purple Summers looked up at her, slightly frowning, as if puzzled.

“Did Ms. Summers encounter any difficulties?” Bella Foster’s smile grew warmer, trying her best to appear friendly, “Feel free to tell me, perhaps I can help.”

“No need, it’s just a small private matter,” Purple Summers smiled.

Bella Foster wouldn’t let it go, continuing to probe, “A private matter that requires Young Master Graves’ help must not be something minor, right?”