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Both people were furious.
Purple Summers cursed non-stop, and for every curse, Alexander Summers smacked her buttocks. In the end, Purple laid down on the sofa and wept bitterly.
She felt wronged to the core.
She didn’t do anything wrong, so why was she being watched, bullied, and even beaten?
Alexander was so bothered by her crying that he felt a headache coming, and only then did he realize that he had forgotten to ask Zack Wallace to leave.
His eyebrows furrowed even tighter.
Zack hung his head low, pretending that he saw nothing and knew nothing.
“Take Ms. Summers home,” Alexander rubbed his temples, feeling that both he and Purple needed some time to cool off.
Zack followed his order and left.
Alexander helped Purple up from the sofa, wiped her tears, put on her coat, and shouldered her bag – taking her to the underground parking lot.
Outside the private elevator, Zack’s car had already been waiting for some time.
Alexander opened the car door for Purple, closed it after she got in, and leaned over the window to say, “Stay away from the boy who confessed to you today. Otherwise, I’ll send him to dig mines in Namibia.”
“There are many boys who like me, so go ahead and catch them all to dig mines! You might as well go with them! You should go to clear your head!”
Alexander was amused by her harsh words and squeezed her face, “You’re really hot-headed.”
Purple moved further inside to avoid his hands.
Alexander let Zack close the window and silently stood at the roadside, watching them leave.
The car moved forward smoothly.
Purple sat in the car hugging her bag, her eyes lifeless as she stared at the brilliant night scene outside the car window. The dazzling lights flickered in her eyes, breaking into countless tiny spots.
“Ms. Summers, Master Xander is truly, truly sincere towards you.” The driver, Zack, suddenly spoke, “His engagement to Lily Howard is purely a cooperative alliance. Please do not misunderstand.”
Upon hearing this, Purple figured that Alexander’s fiancee is named Lily.
“It is easy to conquer, hard to defend. Most of the Howard Family’s wealth was won by Master Xander and the thirteenth young master with their lives. Later on, the thirteenth young master was secretly attacked by someone. Master Xander took control, but the old foxes in the Howard Family were unwilling and argued that he’s not part of their family and couldn’t be in charge. In truth, they wanted to take advantage of the situation and divide the power and influence of both Master Xander and the thirteenth young master.”
Zack carefully recounted past incidents.
“…To shut those old men up, the thirteenth young master’s sister, Lily Howard, volunteered to form a marriage alliance. This prevented the efforts of both Master Xander and the thirteenth young master from being devoured and swallowed by others.”
Elder Master Summers had many sons; with even more grandsons, over twenty of them. Collins Howard ranked thirteenth among the grandchildren and was thus called the thirteenth young master.
Purple pondered on his words and asked, “So, Alexander is essentially acting as a proxy for the thirteenth young master’s family head position?”
“For the position of family head, there’s no such thing as a substitute,” Zack smiled, “Moreover, Master Xander has spent so many years working to build up his current reputation. Even if the thirteenth young master returns, there is no reason for him to voluntarily give it up.”
“The thirteenth young master is still alive?” Purple was surprised.
Zack nodded and replied, “He’s like a living vegetable, still lying in the hospital.”
Purple remained quiet.
She had always found it strange how Alexander, an outsider, had become the head of the Howard Family. It turned out that he and the Howard siblings had such origins.
Zack was right; there is no question of conceding the position of family head once it is occupied. Alexander’s alliance with Lily not only consolidated his power but also secured Lily’s position within the larger Howard family. Their marriage contract is a cooperation as well as a trade, and it won’t be easily dissolved.
…So, what about her? What should she do?
Should she simply endure all of this?