Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 864 - Exhaustion_1
Chapter 864: Chapter 864 Exhaustion_1
They boarded the yacht together.
The luxurious yacht cut through the waves on the river, with the wind howling fiercely.
Purple Summers leaned against the railing, feeling a strong discomfort.
It was on a similar yacht that she had been pushed overboard and fell into the river to her death, which then began the entanglement with Alexander Summers.
Everything had started here.
Purple went to the location of the yacht explosion and also learned where the sniper had been in ambush; she looked around and all she had beside her were the rolling river waters and the endless wind, with no smell of gunpowder, nor sight of explosion debris.
“Did you guys carry out a rescue at that time?” Purple asked.
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“No,” the man shook his head, “We had a single-objective mission, to eliminate the sniper and then immediately evacuate. We encountered the thirteenth young master’s men on the way, and I was injured. It was Young Master Graves’s men who saved me.”
He paused and glanced at Gavin Graves before continuing, “After my injuries recovered somewhat, I was to head to Pearlpoint to meet with Mr. King, the steward. Young Master Graves suggested I stay, saying it would be good to have someone to explain to Ms. Summers when she returned to prevent any confusion.”
Purple fell silent for a while, then asked, “Can you get in touch with Zack Wallace?”
“Ms. Summers, before the incident, Mr. King took a group of us back to Pearlpoint, the original method of contact can no longer be used. I also need to make inquiries first when I return to Pearlpoint City.”
“If you see Zack Wallace, bring a message for me,” Purple said, “Ask him when he’s moving house; he will understand.”
The other party nodded in agreement.
If Zack Wallace responded, it meant the timing was ripe and Pearlpoint City was safe enough; if there was no news from Zack Wallace, it meant she still shouldn’t act rashly…
The yacht returned to the dock, and Purple’s face remained pale throughout; she really disliked the feeling of being on the yacht, with those bad memories chaotically running through her mind, leaving her restless.
After disembarking, Gavin Graves invited Purple to dine with him.
Purple gently shook her head, “Young Master Graves, thank you, but I really don’t have an appetite.”
Gavin Graves then refrained from insisting and said, “I’ll take you back.”
Purple still shook her head, “No need, my driver will… ”
“Purple, Roy Howard is my friend,” Gavin Graves suddenly said, “And so are you. I really want to help you, and maybe you don’t need my help, but please don’t keep rejecting me, okay?”
Purple was startled, “Sorry, I just…”
She opened her lips but didn’t know what to say, merely giving a bitter smile and muttering, “I just feel a bit tired…”
Going through these events had left her exceptionally weary.
In the end, she agreed to let Gavin Graves take her.
She knew Gavin was looking out for her, and at the very least, she needed to let Damian Howard know that she had not just the Simonson Family behind her, but also the favor of the Graves Family.
…
When Purple returned, Nathaniel Summers stood not far from the entrance to the courtyard, speaking with a servant as if giving instructions.
Hearing the sound of the car engine, he turned his head and saw Purple stepping out of the car, her rich, inky hair pinned up, her dress covered with a thin, pale pink spring coat, her figure light and delicate – yet also soft and vulnerable…
Yes, vulnerable, that kind of fragility that easily spurred men to cherish and protect.
This quality was rare on her; she always appeared strong in front of him—it wasn’t that she was domineering or aggressive, but rather she never knew how to show weakness or to be compliant.
Now, this malicious woman finally showed her vulnerability; was it because of Alexander Summers? She finally got her just deserts, her sins had found her out!
Nathaniel felt Purple deserved it and yet also pitied her.
Some strange thoughts sprouted through the layers of suppressed hatred; Nathaniel thought: Alexander Summers was dead… he was dead… Maybe she could forget him…
While thinking about this, he saw the other car door open and Gavin Graves step out, talking to Purple.
Nathaniel’s expression suddenly darkened, a layer of frost covering his eyes.
