Chapter 149: Connection (Add more if there are over a thousand recommendation votes)
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It was already late at night when Henry Jameson drove Purple Summers away.
Just outside the door, they saw a black Rolls Royce parked in front, with Alexander Summers leaning diagonally against the car, holding a cigarette in one hand. The smoke swirled around him as if he had been waiting for a while.
His deep and narrow eyes were fixed on Purple Summers through the car glass.
"...It seems to be your brother." Henry Jameson recognized Alexander Summers, a well-known young master in Clearwater City and a regular in casinos and bars.
Purple Summers lowered her eyes and remained silent, unhappy.
He was nowhere to be found during the family banquet, but now he was quite active late at night...
Very annoying.
Alexander Summers took a few strides, stepping up close and tapping on the car glass, saying, "Purple, let's go home."
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"p>He came to pick her up.