Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Found a Clue

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Alexander Summers’s thoughts were very simple: if he didn’t straighten her out, she would probably cry to her mother every time.

His way of doing things has always been ruthless and brutal, as is his treatment of women.

Purple was pressed against the door, unable to escape or hide, forced to endure his scorching kiss, her heart filled with shock and anger.

Atra Blanc ran up the stairs and found the door locked. Anxious, she banged on the door, “Alexander, open the door! Why did you lock it? Don’t bully your sister!”

Bullying?

Purple felt Atra’s words were too subtle, this was more than bullying, she was almost disassembled by Alexander!

Alexander completely ignored the questioning from outside the door, his kiss was unhurried and increasingly delicate. His heavy, hot breath brushed over Purple’s cheeks time and time again, as if it would scorch her skin.

Purple’s heart raced, and she remained motionless, her mind filled with one thought: Alexander was terrifying! He wasn’t even afraid of his mother!

When he finally had his fill of kissing, the unscrupulous prodigal son touched the teenage girl’s face and asked with a smile, “Dared to tattle again?” n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Purple had almost lost her breath from the intense kissing and could not tear herself away to scold him.

Atra continued to knock and shout from outside the door, her voice frantic, fearing her wayward son would hit her daughter.

Alexander opened the door as if nothing had happened, and Atra stumbled in, staring at the siblings, “You two…”

She glanced at Alexander, then at Purple, and finally fixed her gaze on her son, questioning, “Did you hit Purple? You were fighting?!”

Alexander: “…”

Purple: “…”

The two of them seemed somewhat breathless, their clothes wrinkled, looking like they had had a fight…

“No,” Alexander denied vehemently, saying, “I was helping her review her homework.”

“Impossible!” Atra angrily retorted, she might be naive but not stupid.

“Purple, tell me, did your brother hit you?!” Atra looked at Purple, urgently asking, her determined eyes as if to say that if Purple agreed, she would help her take revenge.

Purple was a little tempted…

She wanted to say yes.

But if Atra asked where Alexander had hit her, what could she say?—Hit her hands? Not severe enough, hit her butt? Too intimate, hit her legs, hit her head…none of those body parts seemed appropriate.

A cunning glint crossed Purple’s eyes as she held her face, plaintively saying,

” Brother pinched my face!”

She did not lie—she had indeed been pinched several times, and her face was still a bit red.

“Alexander, come out with me.” Atra, the loving mother, suddenly took a stern stance, her face cold as she left the room.

Alexander followed Atra out, pausing at the door to lookback. Finishing with a pointed smile at Purple.

Purple: “…”

Did she do something wrong again…

Atra sternly prohibited Alexander from disturbing Purple’s studies.

As long as Purple was reviewing, Alexander was not allowed to enter the room and disturb her.

Thanks to Atra’s intervention, in the days leading up to the final exam, Purple finally enjoyed a brief, tranquil and peaceful life…

Yet during the occasional breaks in her studies, she sometimes felt restless, suspecting Alexander was plotting something…

The final exam arrived, amidst Purple’s anxiety.

Purple performed well, estimating that if she could maintain these results, she could secure a judicial examination slot next year.

On the day the exams ended, Purple received a call from Lester Williams—

“Ms. Summers, we’ve found some clues about the matter you asked us to investigate.”

Purple was astonished, “Did you find the person’s whereabouts?”

Lester replied, “The situation is a bit complicated, it’s hard to explain everything over the phone. If you have time, you might want to come to the Graves Residence.”