Chapter 672: Chapter 672 Strange Occurrence_1
Purple Summers scrutinized the woman; she did not know her.
At least among the female friends she knew, there was definitely no one dressed so revealingly. With a deep v-neck tank top and denim shorts, covered by a loose, semi-transparent sun-protective shirt, her ample cleavage towered in view, and her long legs were particularly eye-catching.
When the woman saw Purple Summers, a stiff, artificial smile squeezed onto her face, as though she was trying to ingratiate or plead for sympathy.
“Ms. Summers, please, you must help me! I really have no other options left!”
Her voice was loud, and as she spoke, she made exaggerated gestures with her hands, causing her cleavage to sway, making Purple Summers feel uncomfortable and subconsciously step back toward the car.
The driver anxiously grabbed the woman, “Hey, what’s the matter with you? I’ve already told you, if you want to sue, you should go find a lawyer! What’s the use of looking for our young miss?”
“I don’t have money, and lawyers refuse to take my case! Ms. Summers, I’ve heard about your accomplishments and deliberately took the train to Clearwater, you must help me!”
The woman said, moving forward in an attempt to grab Purple Summers’ hand.
Purple Summers straightaway extended her cane between them, keeping her from coming any closer.
“Who told you about me?” asked Purple Summers.
There were quite a few people who knew she would be in court, but Purple Summers couldn’t think of who would spread this information around.
The woman’s eyes darted away before she began to shriek, “I’m already driven to a dead end! Ms. Summers, you’ve handled so many cases, why won’t you help me?! Is it because I don’t have money? How much money do you want before you agree to help me?”
To ask Purple Summers for help, yet with no clear reason, her attitude did not seem like one seeking help, but rather like one looking for trouble.
Purple Summers took out a business card of Marcel Jefferson from her wallet and handed it to her, “This is lawyer Marcel Jefferson. If you need to sue, you can first consult his firm about the matter. It’s no use coming to me, I’m just a student without a law practice certification, and I cannot litigate.”
The business card was handed over, but the woman, without even looking at it, said exasperatedly, “Ms. Summers! Are you unwilling to help me? Why are you pushing me off to someone else? I traveled all the way to Clearwater with the sincerest intention of seeking your help! Why are you treating me this way?”
Purple Summers looked down to see the business card fall to the ground, gathering dust.
To any client in distress, a lawyer is a valuable beacon of hope; if she truly were desperate to take legal action, how could she ignore the business card Purple Summers had given her?
It seemed that the woman’s intentions were not as she portrayed them, perhaps she had an ulterior motive.
Given that, Purple Summers no longer had any intention of engaging with her, and she simply got into the car and shut the door.
The driver pulled the woman aside, “Why can’t you understand? If you want to sue, go to the law firm. What do you want with our young miss?”
As the driver started to drive away, the woman wouldn’t let him, throwing a crying and causing commotion on the hood of the car, preventing it from leaving.
She wasn’t truly crying, at least Purple Summers didn’t see any tears.
But the commotion was real, attracting the sideways glances of many. At this hour, students had not yet been dismissed, and the school gate was mostly crowded with parents picking up their children. If they had to wait until school let out, the number of onlookers would likely increase.
The driver was in a dilemma, a scantily clad woman blocking the front of the car, even if he wanted to pull her away, he didn’t know how to approach it without feeling inappropriate no matter where he grabbed.
The security guards at the school gate were indeed diligent, coming over to ask if help was needed.
Purple Summers simply smiled, “No thank you, it’s not necessary.”
She then asked the driver to lock the doors and windows, turned on the air conditioning, opened up her book, and began to read at her leisure.
It was September, but the sun was still fierce, the air carrying the lingering warmth of summer.
As the woman blocked the car, sweating profusely under the big sun, her wet hair stuck to the sides of her pale neck, and she grew parched and dry-mouthed.
Seeing Purple Summers leisurely reading without a care, utterly unmoved, the woman felt greatly discouraged and resentfully walked away.
As soon as she was gone, the driver immediately breathed a sigh of relief, started the car, and said, “What kind of person was that, acting like a lunatic!”
Purple Summers glanced at the retreating figure and slightly furrowed her brow.