Chapter 751: Chapter 751: Don’t Think Too Deeply_1
The death of Sheldon Fowler quickly spread throughout Clearwater City that very night.
Walker Entertainment City was the top entertainment venue in Clearwater City, frequented by countless guests every day. A suicide by jumping off a building at such a place was bound to spark conversation.
Purple Summers didn’t want to affect Alexander Summers, so she only called Zack Wallace to ask for details.
“It was indeed quite bizarre,” Zack Wallace said. “There were two fake kidnappers with Sheldon Fowler, both hired by him for a performance act, and now they’ve all been taken to the police station for questioning. It appears that Fowler climbed out the window on his own, and eyewitnesses on the ground could testify that when Fowler was standing on the window ledge, he wasn’t being coerced.”
Speaking of which, Zack Wallace couldn’t help but curse in irritation, “Damn it! This delayed the casino for half a day’s revenue. As for the little debt he owed, who cares! The Fowler Family isn’t penniless. Did he need to commit suicide over this?!”
“Do you think he committed suicide because he couldn’t raise enough money to cover his debts?” Purple Summers asked.
“What else could it be?” Zack Wallace replied. “That’s what everyone’s saying. He exposed his own kidnapping drama, couldn’t face others, and was worried about us showing up to collect the debt, so he killed himself.”
Purple Summers thought it didn’t make sense.
Though Sheldon Fowler owed a lot in gambling debts, it wasn’t so much that he couldn’t afford to pay them back. No matter how angry Mrs. Fowler might be, she would still bail out her son. After all, Sheldon was the Fowler Family’s only heir.
So, why would Fowler choose death?
And there was Nathaniel Summers…
Purple Summers was still troubled by what he had said—Sheldon Fowler’s suicide was a last-minute decision, so how could Nathaniel have known in advance?
On the other end of the phone, Zack Wallace asked, “Ms. Summers, do you need us to bring in those two fake kidnappers for questioning?”
Purple Summers came back to her senses and replied indifferently, “No need, and release those few people we caught earlier as well.”
Just as she was about to hang up, something suddenly occurred to her. She asked Zack Wallace, “Has Master Xander been very busy recently? The thirteenth young master woke up—has there been any trouble from the Howard Family’s side?”
Zack Wallace’s laughter was sleazy, “Oh my, Ms. Summers, how could that be my Master Xander? That’s surely your Master Xander, your Master Xander. Why not give Alexander a call? He’d be thrilled.”
Hearing the light-hearted tone in Zack Wallace’s voice, Purple Summers knew things with the Howard Family were still under their control, and she relaxed.
The night was lonely and the moonlight cold.
Bathed in moonlight, the plants in the garden seemed covered with a layer of silver frost. The artificial lake was calm and still, mirroring the sky and the round moon like a huge mirror, silently reflecting the world.
Purple Summers cupped her hands over her mouth and gently breathed out a puff of warm air.
After playing with Tiny for a while in the garden, she started to feel a little cold. Recently, Cleo had been nesting in the warm snake house all day, and Tiny had no playmate, feeling very lonely.
Birds have emotions too. When anxious, they peck their own feathers, creating patches of baldness here and there, looking like ragged beggars.
Purple Summers was about to head back when suddenly, Tiny turned his head sharply to look in one direction.
Purple Summers looked that way as well.
Flanking the cobblestone pathway were magnolia flower-shaped lamps, their light and shadows like layers of milky white mist, hazy and skipping, enveloping the night.
Nathaniel Summers was walking along, unhurried, as if out for a stroll.
Tiny’s reaction was intense, as if ready to flap his wings and fly over at any moment, yet he hesitated due to Purple Summers’ stern gaze, only able to hop on the spot.
Purple Summers still couldn’t fathom why Tiny took a particular liking to Nathaniel Summers.
However, she did recall an incident: when in Peachwater Village, Tiny always loved to visit the sorceress’s home.
She couldn’t dwell on it.
The more she thought, the more Nathaniel Summers in front of her seemed eerie.
Nathaniel was holding a cigarette. He took a drag, exhaled a faint cloud of smoke, and greeted Purple Summers, “Are you out for a walk too?”
His tone was drifting and casual, as if he took strolls at this time every day.