Chapter 83 - 83: Returning the Car
Chapter 83: Chapter 83: Returning the Car
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The Summers Family was wealthy, with riches accumulated over generations.
For instance, the grand garden villa occupying a vast area, the luxurious furniture and world-famous paintings in the house, and the luxury cars collected by Old Master Summers.
These were all valuable possessions, but they were not in the form of cash.
Dylan Summers was an honest government official, but he also needed cash to socialize and cultivate his children.
In the past, he was able to maintain his dignity through the dividends from the Summers Group, but now the Group was in crisis, and taking 300 thousand out of his not-so-abundant savings felt like tearing a piece of his heart!
But he spent the money and promised to get the car from Nathaniel. In the end, however, he couldn’t get his hands on the recording!
Dylan was filled with anxiety. Even the air he exhaled seemed to burn!
The recording on Purple Summers’ phone was like a ticking time bomb, constantly threatening him.
But he couldn’t forcibly seize it because he still needed his dignity and reputation.
A group of people arrived at the western-style house, saying that a tailor from Blackriver would personally come to take measurements for Atra Blanc and Purple Summers.
Dylan had even fewer opportunities to mention the recording and finally had to leave in frustration.
Purple watched Dylan’s retreating figure through the window, her eyes gleaming with cunning.
How could Dylan give up so easily without getting what he wanted? Even if she gave him the recording, he would probably still suspect that she had a backup. The best course of action would be to completely destroy the phone.
After all, if he could stage a theft once, he could do it twice.
Purple’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smile.
Dylan, you better not disappoint me…
Once the phone was destroyed, she could justifiably get a new one. Even if Alexander sent it again, she could use the excuse of having already bought a new phone to reject him.
Getting the tuition and the car, while resolving the issue with Alexander’s phone was like killing two birds with one stone.
Purple was in high spirits.
“Purple, look at this fabric, how beautiful it is,” Atra Blanc was mesmerized by the fabric samples brought by the tailor and couldn’t stop praising them. “With a tassel shawl, you would look absolutely stunning in it!”
“Yes, it is beautiful,” Purple smiled and touched the soft fabric, responding happily.
Even if it were just a rag, she would think it was beautiful at the moment.
In the end, Atra ordered four tight-fitting slit dresses for herself and six for Purple. If it weren’t for Purple’s young age and growing body, she might have ordered even more.
The next day, Jade Carlson came to deliver the car.
When she received Nathaniel’s call, she was surprised. She never thought that Dylan could not handle a young girl and would actually spend 300 thousand to satisfy her demands, even asking Nathaniel for the car.
Jade was reluctant to return the car, but given her position, she couldn’t say no. She could only vaguely remind him, “But Sister Suzanne loved this car the most.”
“Let’s settle this matter first,” Nathaniel said in an irritated tone. “Kids always lose interest in things quickly. In a while, I can take the car back.”
Jade understood that there must have been some issues with the company causing Nathaniel’s anxiety. Add in his older brother’s request, he would, as a younger brother, could not refuse and thus agreed to give the car to Purple.
“Alright, then I’ll…take the subway to work for the time being,” Jade said quietly.
Nathaniel responded indifferently, “It’s only for a while.”
Jade’s fingers unconsciously tightened, her heart filled with jealousy.
When they both worked at the Prosecutor’s Office, Nathaniel would personally send Suzanne to work, rain or shine, not even letting Suzanne drive, let alone taking a taxi or the subway, for fear of her getting tired.
But now it was her turn, Nathaniel showed no reaction and only said that it was a bit hard.
How ironic!