Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 1055 Snake in the Cup, Reflection in the Bow_1

Purple Summers returned to the room, feeling restless.

She hoped that she was overthinking it, hoping it was just an ordinary accident.

After sitting on the sofa for a moment, she picked up her phone and called Jane McCain, but no one answered after a long time. Purple Summers then called Zara Jameson, but still, no one answered.

Her heart began to thump wildly with worry that something had happened.

She did not know what could have happened, but the mere thought that Nathaniel Summers might be nearby sent shivers down her spine!

Purple Summers called Ryan Wesley, thinking that if no one answered again, she would send someone to look for them.

Fortunately, this time someone did answer the call.

Noise and commotion filled the other side of the phone; the ringing of bells, electronic music, and the sound of coins hitting metal trays in the casino created a unique audio effect, deafening to the ears.

Ryan Wesley’s voice was almost a shout, "Hold on a second!"

After a while, the music quieted down, presumably because Ryan Wesley had found a relatively quiet place.

He said, "We’re playing the slot machines, what’s up?"

He seemed to be unaware of the suicide that happened in the casino.

This was normal, after all, Entertainment City was so big, and with the chaotic environment, one side could have an incident, and the other might not get the news right away.

Today was a holiday, and Purple Summers did not want to dampen her friends’ spirits, so she just admonished, "The casino is crowded, make sure the bodyguard stays with you, don’t get into any trouble."

Ryan Wesley laughed, "Got it, the bodyguard is with us, and besides, there’s casino security, no one dares to start trouble!"

There were security guards and CCTV everywhere in the casino, and at the entrance, there was a security system as strict as an airport’s, prohibiting the carrying of cameras, weapons, and any electronic equipment suspected of high-tech cheating.

It could be said that the casino was very safe inside.

After all, it was a gold mine; if they could not guarantee safety, how could they attract gamblers.

Purple Summers then asked, "How long are you planning to play?"

"They said they want to play until 12 o’clock, waiting to celebrate Christmas..."

Before he could finish, the phone was snatched away by Jane McCain, "Purple! Was your husband dazzled by you? Couldn’t he control himself? Hahaha..."

Suddenly, Zara Jameson’s exclamation came through, "Ah! We hit the jackpot!"

The sound of the slot machine spitting out coins was incredibly pleasant.

Jane McCain immediately followed with excited shouts, and after a while, the call was hung up, probably because they were busy collecting the coins.

Purple Summers felt helpless and subsequently put down her phone.

After a while, Alexander Summers came back, and Purple Summers observed his expression. Seeing no signs of anxiety or trouble, she knew it did not affect him much.

"Is it all taken care of?" Purple Summers asked.

Alexander Summers gave a slight nod, "Called an ambulance and the police, but it was too late. That guy jumped from the ninth floor himself, dead on the spot. The body has just been taken away, and the scene has been cordoned off..."

Purple Summers couldn’t help but ask another question, "Is there any possibility that he was pushed down by someone else?"

Alexander Summers was slightly stunned, "Why would you ask that?"

Purple Summers tugged at the corner of her mouth, forcing a smile, "Just asking..."

Alexander Summers stroked her hair and said, "We checked the surveillance footage, he climbed up onto the windowsill by himself—no one pushed him."

"Was he possibly drunk?" Purple Summers asked again, "In the surveillance, did he seem sober? Was he walking steadily?"

"Purple, what’s wrong?" Alexander Summers pulled her onto his lap, "You seem very concerned about this incident."

Purple Summers was indeed somewhat agitated.

She did not know whether she should tell Alexander Summers.

In fact, she had no certainty at all, it was a baseless speculation, and it could even be described as a psychological shadow.

Had Nathaniel Summers once tried to kill her, and perhaps now she was seeing dangers that weren’t there?

"Today..." Purple Summers took a deep breath and still said it, "I think I’ve encountered Nathaniel Summers."

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