Purple Summers was both amused and frustrated by Allen Riveraâs frankness. After hanging up the phone, she thought to herself that Allen was obviously preparing to make her work for him!
However, what he said made some sense; perhaps the other party was just trying to make a show of mystery to capture her attention.
If that was really the case, it was actually not difficult to handle. Purple Summers could completely take a monthâs sick leave and prepare for her exams at home.
That woman named Lindsay Carpenter, no matter how capable she was, surely couldnât harass her by coming to the Summers Residence, right?
Purple Summers felt that things couldnât be that simple.
The next day, Purple Summers made a point of getting up early. At 5:30 in the morning when the sky was just beginning to lighten, she slung her bag over her shoulder and left the house.
The person Alexander Summers had arranged was waiting for her outside the gate of Summers Residence. Purple Summers got into the car and went to the hotel where Lindsay Carpenter was staying.
The journey was smooth, and they arrived at the destination before six oâclock.
At this time, the day shift staff at the hotel hadnât arrived yet; the night-shift girl was dozing off at the front desk. Purple Summers led the men to Lindsay Carpenterâs room.
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They knocked on the door, but no one answered.
They continued to knock, and then they heard a womanâs cursing voice, âWho is it! So early in the morning, canât you let people sleep?!â
The door creaked open, and there stood Lindsay Carpenter, bleary-eyed, outside the door, staring blankly at Purple Summers when she saw her, frozen in the doorway.
âYou⦠how did you get here?â Lindsay Carpenter gaped, utterly unprepared for Purple Summersâ visit.
Purple Summers smiled gently and said, âDidnât you want my help? I came to see what kind of trouble you had run into.â
After she finished speaking, she slowly walked in, leaning on her walking stick.
Lindsay Carpenter wanted to drive her out but was intimidated by the two men behind Purple Summers. She stood nervously against the wall, watching Purple Summers warily.
The odor in the room was unpleasant, with a strong scent of traditional medicine.
Purple Summers saw a simple electric stove and a small-handled milk pot on the table with traditional medicine residue left inside. It had already cooled off, likely leftovers from the previous night.
These days, not many people were willing to take traditional medicine.
âAre you sick? What illness?â Purple Summers also found several boxes of modern medicine on the table. The corresponding symptoms on the boxes were varied and the names hard to understand, making it difficult for Purple Summers to determine what illness Lindsay Carpenter had.
Lindsay Carpenter hung her head in silence, gripping one arm with the other hand, a slight air of passive resistance about her.
Purple Summers laughed, âI was able to find out where you live; do you think I canât find out what disease you have? Will you tell me yourself, or shall I have someone go and check?â
Lindsay Carpenter was already feeling guilty from Purple Summers showing up at her door, and seeing the unpleasant expressions on the faces of the two men Purple Summers had brought, she didnât dare not cooperate.
She awkwardly turned her face away and said, âMalignant tumor. Surgery is too expensive. I heard that drinking traditional medicine could make the tumor disappear, so I wanted to try it.â
Purple Summers nodded in understanding, âSo, youâre in need of money? How much did the person who sent you to me offer you?â
Lindsay Carpenter gave a sheepish smile and said, âMs. Summers, youâve misunderstood me. I really came to Clearwater for the lawsuit.â
The corners of Purple Summersâ lips curled up slightly, and she remained silent with a smile.
Lindsay Carpenter, fearful that Purple Summers wouldnât believe her, continued to explain, âAs you can see, my illness requires a lot of money to treat. As long as I win the lawsuit and get the compensation, we can split it fifty-fifty!â
âDonât waste time. Just tell me, how much did the other party offer you?â Purple Summers said indifferently. âArenât you in need of money for treatment? I can offer double; consider it a good deed.â
Upon hearing this, Lindsay Carpenterâs eyes rolled, and a sly gleam flashed in them.
âReally?â She was tempted but also skeptical.
In Lindsay Carpenterâs view, although wealthy daughters often lived lavish lifestyles, their spending money was actually limited. The stricter their family education, the poorer their pocket money was, although they never lacked anything at home, hence they didnât need money.
Lindsay Carpenter asked, âShe gave me thirty thousand. Can you really afford twice that amount?â
Before Purple Summers could reply, the two men in the room sneered, as if they had heard something utterly ridiculous.
âThirty thousand? Are prices in Kingsley that low? Thirty thousand is enough to bribe someone to do a job.â
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