Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 883 - The Truth Behind the Previous Text_1
Chapter 883: Chapter 883: The Truth Behind the Previous Text_1
Chapter 883 -883: The Truth Behind the Previous Text_1
Zack Wallace was left speechless by Alexander Summers’ response.
The soft rice that Master Xander could eat must not be ordinary…and certainly not cheap…
“Is there something wrong?” Alexander asked.
“No, it’s just that I…”
Beep——
The line went dead. Alexander had hung up the call.
Zack stared at his phone in shock, swallowing back the rest of his sentence after a long moment.
“Mr. King, what did Master Xander say?” a subordinate asked curiously from the side, “Did he say when he would be back?”
“Master Xander, he said…he said…” Zack struggled for a while, then gave the man an annoyed glare, “Is Master Xander’s business any of your concern?! Get back to watching the shop this instant!”
…
Purple Summers returned to school, causing a small stir among her classmates.
Firstly, Purple had won the lawsuit; secondly, her status had changed—as the president’s adopted daughter, even if people didn’t want to butter up to her, no one was willing to make an enemy of her.
So when she came back to class, everyone was enthusiastic.
Zara Jameson thought that Purple looked radiant, completely different from how she appeared at Kingsley a while ago, smiling with eyes that seemed like blossoms in early spring, full of joy and brightness.
“What’s making you so happy?” Zara asked with a smile.
“Hmm?” Purple touched her face, “Do I look very happy?”
Zara thought for a moment, took out her phone, turned on the front camera, and let Purple see her own face.
On the phone screen, Purple had fair skin, flushed cheeks, and the laughter brimming in her eyes was so sweet it could make one’s teeth ache.
Purple, embarrassed, couldn’t bear to look any longer and said, “Zara, how did you learn to do that from Jane McCain!”
Zara said, “If Jane was here, she wouldn’t be as gentle as me. She would probably sneak a photo of you smiling and then confront you with it to pry into your affairs.”
“Ah, you two are so naughty. When you both start dating, I will also…”
“Dating?” Zara immediately seized on the important point, “Purple, your boyfriend is back?!”
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The situation with Purple and the Howard Family head had always been based on hearsay, and Zara knew that Purple had a boyfriend, but it was a mystery who he could be.
Purple covered her mouth in embarrassment, realizing the saying ‘spilling the beans’ wasn’t without reason—she had inadvertently let something slip.
Fortunately, Zara was considerate and stopped pressing when she saw Purple’s discomfort, but couldn’t help saying resignedly, “Forget it, I knew you wouldn’t want to tell.”
Purple smiled.
They changed the topic, talking about the final exams, then the Judicial Training Institute, and finally about the recent case.
Zara asked Purple if she knew the murderer who killed Edward Carter’s wife had been caught, as the news had been buzzing about it for days.
Purple was completely unaware of it.
She had been preoccupied recently—firstly with worrying about Atra Blanc’s situation, and secondly with fretting over Alexander’s amnesia—she had no spare energy to pay attention to the news.
Zara explained, “The killer is one of Edward Carter’s friends; he maintained a certain relationship with Carter’s wife. The two of them had an argument that night, and he accidentally killed her in the heat of the moment.”
Purple asked, “How was it discovered?”
“Since you pointed out that the autopsy report was inaccurate,” Zara said with a slight smile, proud as if she shared in the achievement, “the prosecutor arranged for a second autopsy, which uncovered new evidence. The victim had dyed and curled hair and the autopsy revealed several strands of black, short hair that didn’t match the DNA of either the victim or Edward Carter.”
After two years of decomposition, the hair on the head was all mixed together, and it was missed in the initial autopsy. This time, with a more thorough approach, they found a few strands of a man’s hair that were out of the ordinary.
Purple realized and speculated, “So, during the struggle, the victim must have bitten the murderer’s hair, and when he tried to pry her mouth open, he found that the jaws of the dead are very tight, and couldn’t get it out immediately. In an act of desperation, the murderer decided to cut off her entire head and take it away?”
