Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 1056

Chapter 1056: Chapter 1056: Hope Nothing Goes Wrong_1 Chapter 1056: Chapter 1056: Hope Nothing Goes Wrong_1 Alexander Summers’ expression became solemn in an instant.

“What happened?” he frowned, the smile fading from his face.

Purple Summers told him about the incident that occurred on the street.

“I’m not sure…” Purple emphasized repeatedly, “I was wearing a mask and the streets were crowded, so logically he shouldn’t have recognized me… Plus, it was noisy around, maybe I heard wrong.”

Purple Summers was conflicted, saying on one hand that she might have recognized the wrong person, while on the other, she was anxious and uneasy.

Alexander Summers thought for a moment, then called Zack Wallace: “Check the surveillance at the security entrance, screen from yesterday to today and look for any sign of Nathaniel Summers.”

Just as he was about to hang up the phone, his voice paused, and Alexander Summers asked again, “How much did the person who died today lose in the casino?”

Zack Wallace needed to investigate further and couldn’t immediately answer Alexander Summers.

Alexander Summers hung up the phone to wait for news, his brow furrowed, his expression slightly grave.

Purple Summers raised her hand to his brow, gently pressing, trying to smooth away the furrow.

“Maybe I mistook him…” she said softly as she pressed, “Ever since he escaped, there’s been no news, making me superstitious and paranoid, sigh…”

Alexander Summers grasped her hand, rubbing it in his palm.

“If you feel something is wrong, then there must be something wrong,” Alexander Summers said sternly, “Regardless, we need to check it out.”

Purple Summers was silent.

She too hoped for a thorough investigation, even though it would be somewhat troublesome; at least she could be at ease.

Zack Wallace arranged for his staff to review the surveillance but found no results. Today was unlike any other day, with too many guests wearing masks; it was impossible to discern any features, let alone identify whether Nathaniel Summers had entered the casino.

Moreover, when Yolanda Summers’ ex-boyfriend committed suicide by jumping off a building last time, Nathaniel Summers was at home, and no one could confirm any connection between the two, not even Purple Summers.

However, Zack Wallace determined how much the man who jumped had lost, with confirmation from the dealer and the surveillance footage that the man had bet six times tonight, using 15 thousand chips on three occasions, totaling a loss of 54 thousand.

While this was no small amount, for most patrons of the casino, it also wasn’t a significant sum.

“Go check his family situation,” Alexander Summers instructed, “what kind of work he does, who are the members of his family, who he’s been in contact with recently, the more detail the better.”

If it was just a simple suicide, it wouldn’t matter.

If, however, Nathaniel Summers was indeed up to something, Alexander needed to find out what Nathaniel’s intentions were, what relationship he had with the deceased, and what was significant about the person who died.

Because of this incident, both Purple Summers and Alexander Summers were a bit out of sorts.

From outside the window, the midnight chime resounded, echoing endlessly over the city aglow with lights, while at the same time, dazzling fireworks bloomed in the night sky, outshining the stars.

Christmas had arrived.

Even from high up, Purple Summers felt as if she could hear the roaring cheers from the streets below.

Alexander Summers wrapped his arms around her from behind, whispering comfortingly, “It’ll be alright.”

Purple Summers softly hummed in agreement.

Hopefully, everything would be alright…

…

When she woke up the next day, it was beautiful weather with a gentle breeze and bright sun.

Purple Summers opened her eyes, still groggy with sleep, staring at the beam of light leaking through the curtains, when suddenly she realized something and turned over to find her phone.

She checked the news, scrolling for a while, until she finally found a short message: Yesterday, a man jumped from the ninth floor of the casino and died on the spot.

The piece was brief, with no comments, and the number of views was pitifully low, lost among the multitude of headlines like an insignificant grain of sand, overlooked by all.

Purple Summers let out a sigh of relief, feeling that the matter should be over now.