Chapter 717: Chapter 717 Severing Ties_1
The quiet of the night lingered, and the room was filled with a sweet, faintly warm fragrance.
Purple Summers was sleeping deeply when she heard someone gently calling her name next to her ear, “Little Baby, wake up…”
The only person in the world who would call her that was him.
Even before opening her eyes, Purple’s lips curled into a smile, “Why are you only getting back now?”
As she half-opened her eyes, she subconsciously lifted a corner of the quilt, inviting him to crawl in and sleep together, but Alexander Summers scooped her out of bed instead.
He had just returned from outside and was carrying the chill of the night; his buttons, inlaid with obsidian, were hard and cold against her warm, delicate skin, bringing a shiver of coolness.
Purple Summers couldn’t help but shiver slightly. Although it was very cold, her hands firmly clung to his shoulders, and she asked softly, “What are you doing?”
“Come out with me for a bit,” Alexander kissed her forehead then helped her change clothes.
His hand slipped inside her pajamas, and Purple found it ticklish, collapsing onto the bed and laughing, her head hitting the pillow as sleepiness washed over her again, making her lazy to move.
Alexander picked out clothes from the wardrobe for her, dressing her piece by piece. After some effort, he finally managed to shake off all of Purple’s sleepiness.
“Where are we actually going? Dragging people out in the middle of the night without letting them sleep…” she muttered.
“Out for a bit of business, I’ll let you sleep your fill when we get back,” Alexander opened the bedroom door, coaxing and dragging her out of the room.
Just as they were about to descend the stairs, perhaps the noise woke Atra Blanc. She ran out and saw the siblings looking like they were heading out, her eyes widening in surprise.
“Alexander! You promised me, no going into your sister’s room, no taking her out without permission…”
“We’re just stepping out for something,” Alexander replied without looking back, embracing Purple as they went downstairs, “Mom, it’s late, you should go back to sleep.”
Does she have any authority as a parent or not?
Purple was taken out by Alexander, put into the car, still chuckling. “You’re too much; Mom’s definitely going to be too upset to sleep now.”
Alexander pinched her nose, saying irritably, “Am I not doing this for you!”
After that, he started the car and drove out of the Summers Residence into the vast night.
Purple, curious, asked him, “Where exactly are you taking me?”
“You’ll see when we get there.”
At two in the morning, the car drove through the bustling city center and eventually stopped under a towering building.
Purple looked up and her voice fell silent.
…Isn’t this the television station?
“What are we doing at the TV station?” Purple asked.
Alexander, with his arm around her shoulders, walked inside, speaking in a lazy tone, “What else would you do at a TV station? Of course, record a show.”
Purple was even more shocked. Why did she still feel like she couldn’t keep up with Alexander’s train of thought after all this time?
Because the TV station often recorded shows until the early hours, the place was still brightly lit, even this late.
They walked through the revolving glass doors of the building into a magnificently lit interior, bustling with many staff members coming and going, and further inside, they had to pass through a security check.
Purple wanted to ask Alexander how they would get in without work passes.
Before she could speak, she saw Gavin Graves and a group of people standing not far away, seemingly discussing something. Noticing Purple and Alexander, he approached with a smile, “Studio B on the 10th floor,” he said to Alexander and then summoned two staff members, instructing them, “Take Ms. Summers over.”
The Graves Family had built its fortune on the entertainment industry, and this TV station was one of their assets.
Purple was led away in a daze.
The makeup artist did her makeup, and then a professional helped her style her hair.
The director handed Purple a piece of paper, saying kindly, “Ms. Summers, these are the questions the host will ask later, and the answers are below. Get familiar with them. It’s best if you can memorize them, but it’s okay if you can’t. We have a prompter on set, so don’t be nervous.”
When Purple looked at the paper, she immediately understood.
Alexander intended for her to completely sever ties with the Simonson Family!