Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 1022: Killing with Kindness_1

Whitewashing one’s reputation is difficult, but for Alexander Summers, the present offered a good opportunity.

Ever since Damian Howard died, the Howard Family was like scattered sand. Many people flocked to him, making it a suitable time for a transformation.

Apart from the casino and a few overseas mines, Alexander also started to venture into real estate, medical institutions, and invested in emerging technology industries. One must not put all eggs in one basket.

Alexander was busy. He stayed with her in Kingsley for a few days, then went to Pearlpoint City.

Purple Summers subconsciously began to pay attention to the news about the Summers Group in Pearlpoint. There was sporadic news every day, and indeed, none of it was particularly good.

Either there was a gang fight, or a drug offender was arrested.

Ah, it was frustrating to watch.

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As days entered October, news about Purple Summers gradually increased online.

Most of it praised her, saying she was formidable in court, a rising star in the judicial field, so accomplished before graduation, with an immeasurable future and so on.

Purple watched these news articles at first with embarrassment, but as she saw more, she became numb to them.

However, later on, the direction of the wind seemed subtly off.

News on websites began to blow her trumpet, and some even boldly claimed that there was no lawsuit Purple Summers Simonson couldn’t win; retweets on Twitter were all praises for her, nearly deifying her.

Purple felt that something was amiss.

She hadn’t paid for advertising, so who was making such an effort to praise her?

Too much praise would surely provoke a backlash.

As the adulations piled up, people online began to grow tired of it, and dissenting voices started emerging one after another.

"What’s so great about her that she deserves such extravagant praise?"

"Be careful, or you might stumble in your next case!"

"That’s how the rich are, seeking to broadcast even the slightest success to the whole world, tsk tsk..."

Nonetheless, these voices were soon drowned out by even more laudatory ones.

A day later, people online started questioning whether Purple Summers Simonson had hired a PR army to hype herself up.

Purple couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time.

Why would she need to hype herself up? Was she so idle with nothing better to do?!

The situation developed in inexplicable ways, Purple obviously hadn’t done anything, yet the storyline on the internet fluctuated wildly, turning her first into a pure and holy lotus flower, only to then slam her as a scheming, manipulative flirt.

Even the people from the Presidential Palace were alarmed.

Christopher Simonson called her personally, asking if she needed any intervention in public opinion.

The Presidential Palace had a team specifically in charge of dealing with such public opinion crises, using methods such as incitement, guidance, manipulation, and exploitation to control the public narrative.

"No need, as long as it’s ignored, the fervor will eventually die down," Purple declined Christopher Simonson’s kind offer.

The public’s memory is very short. Even if everyone’s talking about it now, who will remember what the last headline news was about? Or the one before that? Or the one before that one?

Purple remained true to herself, attending classes as usual, completely undisturbed, even though online she’d been thoroughly vilified and dubbed all sorts of terrible things.

Before class, she ran into Norton Young and chatted briefly.

Norton hesitantly said, "I saw the news... don’t take it to heart..."

Purple nodded, "Yeah, I won’t take it to heart."

Norton felt his reassurance was meaningless.

The class bell rang, signaling the start of Victoria Morrison’s lecture.

Victoria Morrison’s course was more than halfway through, and she had assigned homework in the past few sessions. How many credits students would receive also depended in part on their homework scores.

Purple’s homework scores weren’t bad at all. Not the highest, but she was among the top performers.

Purple guessed that Victoria Morrison must have been reluctant to score her work, surely grinding her teeth and suffering...

Fortunately, Victoria’s sense of rationality prevailed. She didn’t let personal prejudice influence her grading of Purple’s work; otherwise, Purple would have to visit the dean’s office once more.

The students all received their homework back, discussing their scores amongst themselves, creating a buzzing atmosphere in the classroom.

Purple also glanced over at Norton Young beside her.

In Norton’s hands was his homework, without any score, but just three striking red characters: "Fail!"

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