Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 213

Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Want to Destroy Her?

Translator: 549690339

The man’s desire in his eyes was so obvious that even the servant felt it was inappropriate and whispered to Purple Summers, “Miss, is this man really your friend? Should I ask the security guard to drive him away?”

Before Purple could speak, the man called from the other side of the wrought iron gate, “Purple! Are you still mad at me? When I found out you tried to kill yourself for me, I was really worried and wanted to go to the hospital to see you, but I had a car accident on the way. I was in the hospital for several months, and as soon as I was discharged, I came!”

He deliberately emphasized Purple’s suicide attempt for him, causing the security guard and servant to look at her with strange eyes.

But Purple showed no expression on her face and said calmly to the servant, “I don’t know this man. Go ask Yolanda or Laura, maybe he’s their friend.”

After saying this, she turned around and left without an unnecessary glance.

The servant didn’t dare to really go ask, as the two Miss Summers were not having a good time at home recently and would vent their anger on the servants if something displeased them, let alone this man explicitly said he wanted to see Purple.

With no other option, the servant and security guard chased the man away.

Before leaving, the man cast a resentful glance at Purple’s back but didn’t linger, leaving the Summers Residence.

How could he come to the Summers Family on purpose, leave without saying anything, and not do anything?

Purple was very clear in her heart that this was probably another “great” idea from Summers sisters.

It definitely couldn’t be Dylan Summers.

Dylan had a good reputation, and even if he wanted to ruin Purple, he wouldn’t use a method that might tarnish his daughter’s name as well.

Yolanda, because of their previous quarrel with Laura, shouldn’t have acted so recklessly.

This vicious and crude approach was very consistent with Laura’s style.

Did she bring back Purple’s past affair partner to ruin her?

Just standing at the door and saying a few words wouldn’t ruin Purple. They would need to establish her relationship with that man and spread the news to the school. She would not only be expelled but also be labeled as promiscuous and unclean. This was much worse and more humiliating than cheating.

Although chastity is not the only virtue for women, it is considered very important in worldly ethics, sometimes even more so than life itself.

Purple returned to the small western-style building to continue eating, silently thinking about how to deal with the situation.

That night, Atra Blanc returned to her room early to rest, while Purple sat alone in the living room watching TV, not daring to sleep.

It wasn’t because she was afraid of that man, but because she knew that she would sleep very deeply at night, and normal noises wouldn’t wake her up.

This point had already been proven by Alexander Summers. Waking up every morning and finding herself covered in hickeys was very embarrassing and infuriating. She was puzzled as to why she had no feeling when someone kissed her all over.

One can imagine how deep her sleep was.

Purple made herself a strong cup of coffee and took a sharp pair of scissors from the drawer and went back to her room upstairs.

She didn’t take a knife from the kitchen because all of Atra’s kitchen utensils were top-of-the-line, and it would be a waste to use them on such a scumbag.

She sat on her bed, sipping coffee and reading until two in the morning.

The night was quiet, with only a few sounds of wind and no abnormalities.

Purple was puzzled, wondering if she had guessed wrong, or if they simply didn’t plan to take action that night.

She could barely hold on anymore, her eyelids were battling; she turned off the light, closed the book, and prepared to sleep.

However, she remained alert and couldn’t close her eyes. After lying in bed for about fifteen minutes, she heard a creaking sound outside the window.

It was very soft and subtle, intermittent, like the sound of the window being slightly shaken by the wind, or like… the sound of someone prying open the window..