Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 491: Purple Summers’ Gun (Monthly Ticket Bonus)_1

Gavin Graves, although frivolous, was certainly not without a sense of propriety.

Purple Summers had been helping him with his legal case, and she was highly regarded by Gavin Graves. No matter how lustful Gerald Graves was, he would not set his sights on Purple Summers.

Moreover, what kind of woman was he unable to play with? There was simply no need to take the risk of offending his own brother to abduct Purple Summers.

“… Think carefully again, who sent you here, and who knows you’re here,” Purple Summers said, supporting her head.

Gerald Graves, hearing Purple Summers ask this, slowly began to catch on.

——Someone was playing tricks!

But… what was the purpose of these tricks? What good would it do to lock him and Purple Summers in a room together?

“The one who introduced me here is a friend of mine. I was afraid my family would scold me for going out to have fun, so I sneaked out. I think the only person who knows I’m here is that friend,” Gerald Graves answered honestly.

Purple Summers asked, “Is your friend Bella Foster?”

Recently, having a conflict with her and being connected to Gerald Graves, Purple Summers could only think of Bella Foster.

Gerald Graves was taken aback, just about to say it wasn’t, but as the words reached his lips, he suddenly remembered that his friend had always liked Bella Foster and was utterly obedient to her.

Could it be that the person who lured him here was actually Bella Foster?!

Gerald Graves stood stunned, silent for a long time, while Purple Summers couldn’t wait any longer and said bluntly, “Second Young Master Graves, do you know what Bella Foster is trying to do?”

She was feverish and uncomfortable, her mind not agile, so she hoped Gerald Graves would be smart enough to help her understand.

But Gerald Graves looked completely confused, “I don’t know…”

Purple Summers grew even more baffled.

After being outmaneuvered by her at the engagement party, and then humiliated by Ryan Wesley, Bella Foster must have hated her to the bone with both new grudges and old. If she really set a trap, it would definitely be an extremely vicious move, not the nonsensical situation now.

What use was there in trapping Gerald Graves and her here?

Were reporters arranged, waiting to take scandalous photos of her sharing a hotel with Gerald Graves?

With Bella Foster having been hurt so badly, if the purpose of her revenge was just to tarnish Purple Summers’s reputation, then Bella Foster was simply too kind.

Purple Summers sighed and said, “Second Young Master Graves, it looks like we can only wait patiently to find out what she is really plotting.”

Gerald Graves’s mind was filled with doubts.

He didn’t understand why Purple Summers was so certain it was Bella Foster’s doing when there was no evidence pointing to her right now.

Bella Foster had grown up with him from childhood, and there was a bond. Purple Summers’s suspicion of Bella Foster irked Gerald Graves somewhat.

But Purple Summers had once helped him, and Gerald Graves’s respect for her outweighed his irritation at the moment, so he bit his lip and did not object.

He returned to the restroom, got dressed, and then came out again to wait with Purple Summers.

Second Young Master Graves was very frustrated. He had come out looking for fun but had encountered such an incident. It was utterly disappointing.

During the wait, Gerald Graves asked Purple Summers, “Ms. Summers, do you always carry a gun when you go out?”

Purple Summers gave him a weak glance, nodded slightly, and took it as a response.

Seeing her face unnaturally red, Gerald Graves asked again, “Are you running a fever?”

“Yes,” Purple Summers sighed softly.

Encountering such a situation while sick was really unlucky.

That’s what she thought to herself.

Luckily, the other party didn’t make her wait too long.

Soon, Purple Summers heard footsteps outside the door. She slowly stood up; her feet, feeling like she was stepping on cotton, made her stagger uneasily to stand behind the door.

Gerald Graves saw her in this state and was sweaty with anxiety for her, feeling that Purple Summers could faint at any moment.

The door opened, and three men walked in from outside. The one in the lead was the same person who had served Purple Summers tea and water before.

As soon as they entered, they pressed Gerald Graves forcefully to the ground!

“Where’s the other woman?!” one person asked fiercely.

Purple Summers’s gun was, at this moment, pressed precisely against the back of his head.