Chapter 749: Chapter 749: The More You Think About It, The Scarier It Gets_1
It was unclear who started it, but guests were continuously holding up their phones, reminding those around them to check the news.
——Sheldon Fowler, the only son of the Fowler family, stood on the windowsill of a room on the twentieth floor of the Walker Hotel, surrounded by crowds below.
The video was shot by people below with their cellphones. Sheldon Fowler was just a small dark silhouette in the footage, amid the noisy and chaotic sounds, punctuated by screams from time to time.
“He’s going to jump! He’s going to jump!” the onlookers shouted, whether out of fear or excitement was unclear.
The police hurried to the scene but were still a step too late—Sheldon Fowler’s body plummeted straight down like a rag doll from the twentieth floor, crash-landing on the marble floor of the first floor without any suspense!
People swarmed over frantically! All that could be seen on the phone screens were heads of the crowd, and by the time the person filming managed to squeeze in, the scene had already been cordoned off by the police, who prevented onlookers from getting any closer.
The camera lingered on the body on the ground, but due to the jostling crowd around, the footage was shaky and not clear. Only a man’s contorted limbs could be vaguely seen sprawled on the ground.
Fortunately, there wasn’t too much blood at the scene, and the footage wasn’t as horrific as one might imagine.
Still, the guests who saw the news felt their scalps tingle and their bodies uncomfortable.
Because just an hour or two earlier, Nathaniel Summers had warned Mrs. Fowler: If you’re any later, it might be too late.
What did he mean by that?
Was he implying that Sheldon Fowler would soon die?
Upon deeper reflection, it was terrifying, and everyone’s expression became stiff.
Even when Nathaniel Summers clarified that he was just joking, it couldn’t erase the fear in people’s hearts…
What exactly was this so-called Ghost Eyes?
Purple Summers’s party seemed to end normally but was full of twists and turns, losing its original purpose.
As the guests left, Gerald Graves said to Purple Summers with disappointment, “It was supposed to be a big surprise, but it was spoiled ahead of time. Ms. Summers, do you feel like there’s no fun in it now?”
What Gerald Graves was referring to was the luxury yacht he gave as a gift.
He alone put in three million, and then each buddy chipped in 150 to 300 thousand to purchase the yacht. They even specially ordered a Goddess of Justice statue for the bow, with the scales and sword in her hands gilded.
If it weren’t for the softness of gold making it unsuitable for the wear and tear of river and sea waves, Gerald would have even considered making it of pure gold.
During Gerald Graves’s birthday party when a shooting occurred, Purple Summers saved their lives, so pooling money to buy a gift seemed reasonable to them.
Such an expensive and thought-out gift should have greatly surprised Purple Summers, but with Nathaniel Summers revealing the secret, the Second Young Master Graves felt a sense of frustration like a mystery novel writer whose readers had spoiled the identity of the killer.
“Second young master, I love it!” Purple Summers said. “Today was a disappointment for everyone, let’s throw another party on the yacht another day.”
Gerald Graves’s smile bloomed again, and he immediately perked up.
“Throw a party, and you have to invite me. I guarantee it’ll be a lively one,” he said.
Purple Summers agreed with a smile.
After seeing off all the guests, Purple Summers sat alone in the banquet hall, absentmindedly watching the servants come and go, cleaning up.
She thought for a moment, then went upstairs to Yolanda Summers’s room.
Yolanda was unaware of what had happened downstairs and was holding a bowl of bird’s nest soup contentedly slurping it down.
Lately, to avoid impacting her figure, the doctor had advised her to wear a waistband for at least a month or two. This waistband was very tight, making her waist appear even more slender than usual.
The thought of Mrs. Fowler’s shocked and bewildered expression almost made Yolanda burst into laughter.
Of course, embarrassing Mrs. Fowler did little to lessen Yolanda’s hatred for the Fowler family. She needed to lie low and bide her time until she could take her revenge and feel truly satisfied!
Just then, Purple Summers knocked and entered the room.
Putting down her bird’s nest soup, Yolanda asked, “Is everything over downstairs?”
Purple Summers didn’t reply but instead asked, “Did you mention anything about Sheldon Fowler’s incident to anyone else?”