Chapter 748: Chapter 748 Jumping off a Building to Commit Suicide_1
Purple Summers’s words shocked everyone.
Each sentence of hers suggested that the kidnap was a hoax staged by Sheldon Fowler himself!
Mrs. Fowler was so angry that she might as well have been smoking! Her son was kidnapped, his life hanging by a thread, and yet this little girl was so vicious, constantly slinging mud!
At this moment, as if she had just recalled, Yolanda Summers softly exclaimed, “Ah!… Before, Sheldon told me that he embezzled money from his home, hoping to win big, but he still ended up losing everything. He was very frustrated and afraid of his mother’s anger, not knowing what to do…”
This corroborated what Purple Summers had said.
“You!… You defame…” Mrs. Fowler’s trembling fingers pointed at Purple Summers and Yolanda Summers, her lips quivering.
“Mrs. Fowler,” Nathaniel Summers came forward from the crowd and stood next to Dylan Summers, his eyes calm, “I advise you to hurry to Walker Entertainment City. If you delay further, I fear it may be too late.”
“What do you mean?” Mrs. Fowler asked angrily. “Are you threatening me?!”
Nathaniel Summers lifted the corners of his mouth, an almost imperceptible sneer on his face as he glanced at the women of the Fowler family behind her, “Do I need to make myself clearer? If you don’t want the Fowler name cut off from future generations, better hurry to Walker Entertainment City. You might still make it in time.”
Purple Summers frowned at Nathaniel Summers, not understanding why he would say such a thing.
Sheldon was clearly hiding out in a hotel, nice and safe. Was Nathaniel Summers making an empty scare to frighten Mrs. Fowler, or was he targeting Alexander Summers? After all, Alexander Summers was the mastermind behind Entertainment City…
But this kind of targeting seemed rather weightless.
Sheldon’s younger aunt tugged at Mrs. Fowler’s sleeve, nervously saying, “Sister-in-law, since Sheldon owes the casino money, could they harm him? I’ve heard those debt collectors do things like cutting off ears and fingers…”
All their faces turned pale.
Mrs. Fowler didn’t dare to make a scene anymore, throwing a hateful glance at Yolanda Summers and Purple Summers before turning and hurrying away with a large group of older and younger women…
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Dylan Summers signalled the housekeeper with a glance, and the housekeeper, understanding the cue, immediately had the band continue playing.
The music eased the tense atmosphere as everyone came back to their senses, although inevitably, conversations still revolved around the Fowler family.
“Why doesn’t the Fowler family have a single man?”
“Both parents are long deceased. Mr. Fowler was the eldest son who went on a mountain hiking trip with his younger brother, but an accident occurred, and neither came back…”
“Mrs. Fowler has had it tough, no wonder she’s so anxious about her son.”
“What good does being anxious do? Didn’t you hear what was said earlier? He’s got a massive gambling debt…”
“After all, brought up among women, what achievements can he have?”
That comment was somewhat sexist, attracting Camilla Farrell’s disapproval.
Knowing Camilla Farrell was particularly sensitive about such topics, the speaker hurriedly changed the subject, raising their voice to ask Nathaniel Summers, “Third young master, what did you mean by too late? Did you see something with your Ghost Eyes?”
As soon as those words were spoken, everyone eagerly turned to Nathaniel Summers.
Having Ghost Eyes look at oneself might feel uncomfortable, but if Ghost Eyes were looking at someone else, everyone was the same—eager for a spectacle, no trouble too great.
Nathaniel Summers maintained his indifferent smile, speaking unhurriedly, “I did see something, but it’s nothing to fuss over. You will all know soon enough.”
He put down his wine glass, bending slightly in a polite gesture, “Please enjoy your evening, I’m a bit tired and must excuse myself.”
Nathaniel Summers turned to go upstairs, his black silhouette disappearing at the turn of the staircase.
Jane McCain leaned towards Purple Summers, “Purple, your third brother is so mysterious!”
What she really wanted to say was that Nathaniel Summers gave off a creepy vibe, quite frightening, but considering he was Purple’s brother, Jane McCain spoke more diplomatically.
Zara Jameson then said, “Perhaps people who learn certain spells or secret arts all have this sense of mystery.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Jane McCain nodded.
As the banquet was drawing to a close, news suddenly came through: Sheldon Fowler had committed suicide by jumping from Walker Entertainment City.