Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 490: Second Young Master Gu (Extra for rewards from Hua Anrenmo)_1

Inside was a presidential suite.

The presidential suite is a type of luxury accommodation set up by high-star hotels, usually exorbitantly priced, with top-of-the-line amenities, including not just a living room and bedroom, but also a dedicated entertainment lounge and reception area.

For this reason, upon entering, Purple Summers could only see a limited area and couldn’t be certain whether there were people in the other rooms.

Uncertainty breeds hesitation, and hesitation breeds doubt.

The man behind her seemed very considerate, taking the bag from her hand and hanging it on a coat rack nearby, then pouring her a cup of tea.

“Please wait a moment,” he said.

So far, Purple Summers hadn’t noticed any hostility from the other party.

She sat quietly on the sofa, waiting. The teacup on the coffee table remained untouched.

Even though the situation was strange, she still hoped she was just being overly sensitive—maybe someone indeed wished to meet her?

The man walked into an adjoining room, and after a moment, came out with a smile, “Ms. Summers, our young master invites you inside.”

If it was truly about discussing business, then moving to the reception room inside seemed logical and appropriate.

Purple Summers got up and walked in.

However, the moment she entered the room, something unexpected happened!

The man who had been consistently respectful and pleasant suddenly closed the door! He did it quickly and with urgency, then swiftly locked it with a key!

Purple Summers stared blankly at the locked door, her feverish mind working sluggishly. It took her a while to realize: Was this their purpose?

To trap her in the room?

If she wasn’t feverish, she might have been able to deduce more clues, but she was ill, her mind felt dull, and her thoughts were a beat slow.

Looking around the room, Purple Summers realized that this wasn’t a reception area but a bedroom.

On one side of the bedroom was a bathroom, from which the sound of a shower running could be heard.

Who was inside?

It didn’t matter—sooner or later, they would come out.

Purple Summers sat slowly on the edge of the bed and then took out a gun from around her waist, aiming it at the bathroom door.

Maybe it was due to the fever, but faced with this situation, she didn’t feel particularly scared. Instead, she felt irritated that her head was heavy and she couldn’t rest, and she felt a bit like cursing.

Indeed, she had no reason to be afraid. If someone wanted to harm her, she had a gun in her hand; if someone wanted to imprison her, Alexander Summers could locate and track her at any moment.

So, she could sit there calmly and see what sort of game the person behind this was playing.

Purple Summers, mustering her energy, waited for a while. Finally, the shower stopped, and a man wearing a towel around his waist stepped out—

Upon closer inspection, Purple Summers couldn’t help but freeze.

The man, seeing her, also froze.

“Ms. Summers?” Gerald Graves looked at Purple Summers in surprise, then seeing the gun in her hand, was even more startled, “What… what are you doing?!”

Purple Summers frowned, now aware that this trap was meant not just to ensnare her but also to entrap Second Young Master Graves.

But her grip on the gun remained firm, showing no intention of letting go.

Perhaps Second Young Master Graves was an accomplice? Purple Summers couldn’t fully trust Gerald Graves just yet.

She said, “Someone asked me to come over, saying you had something you wished to discuss with me.”

Second Young Master Graves, nervous, looked at the gun in Purple Summers’s hand, standing stiffly at the bathroom door, afraid that she might accidentally discharge the weapon.

Hearing her words, he raised his head in confusion, “I wanted to talk business with you? No, not at all!”

Purple Summers, frowning, asked, “Then why are you here?”

Gerald Graves’s complexion turned somewhat awkward as he replied vaguely, “I came out to have some fun…”

After the incident with the model who died suddenly last time, although Gerald Graves had cleared his name, he had also taken that as a lesson. He had stayed in for quite a long time, refraining from indulging in nightlife, and only recently started to relax for a few days.

A friend had mentioned that they could introduce him to some top-quality “goods” for a good time.

So he had come here, not expecting to see any top quality “goods,” but instead, he ran into Purple Summers!