Chapter 134: You Are the Ghost (Additional updates for over a thousand rmendation votes)


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    Alexander Summers helped Atra nc hang the photos.


    Taking advantage of her not paying attention, he leaned close to Purple Summers and whispered, “I’ll take you home for a photoshoot next time.”


    Purple’s face changed slightly.


    He was still thinking about taking her home!


    Purple didn’t know where Alexander’sir was, and wasn’t interested, but his insistence made her uneasy.


    As if once she went there, she would never be able to return.


    Alexander carefully said, “Let’s wait a few more days, I’ll take you to thepany to get familiar with it tomorrow.”


    Purple breathed a sigh of relief.


    Going to thepany was better than going to Alexander’sir.


    After hanging up the photos, Alexander was called away by a phone call. In his previous wastrel days, he always imed to be going out to gamble and drink; now he conveniently always had business at thepany.


    With one mention ofpany business, Atra nc’s nagging was effectively silenced.


    Purple recalled the noisy background during their earlier phone call, vaguely hearing words like “Parrotbeak Bay” and “giving up a few points of profit” but wasn’t able to make sense of it.


    However, she was still grateful he could make it back.


    But…


    This gratitude made her feel uneasy and awkward…


    As if… she had been brainwashed by an evil force? No, no, no! She was an upstanding individual with the correct values, she couldn’t be swayed to the darkside!


    Purple silently admonished herself: Keep your heart in check, don’t be fooled by him. That pervert is just ying with you!


    That night, undisturbed, Purple got a good night’s sleep.


    The next morning, she fed the bird as usual and tucked it into a cloth shoulder bag. Refreshed, she went downstairs for breakfast.


    Atra nc said, “I saw you bought a bird perch made of parasol tree branches. Good choice, the phoenix would not perch anywhere but on a parasol tree in ancient times.”


    Purple couldn’t help but smile; Atra nc would surely have praised her regardless of what kind of bird perch she bought.


    Atra nc asked further, “Did you name the little bird yet? How about Little Phoenix?”


    Little Phoenix?… Naming a crow Phoenix?


    Purple felt she couldn’t say it, “Not yet. I’m just taking care of it for a month, and I’ll set it free once it can fly. No need for a special name.”


    Atra nc disyed a disappointed expression but then nodded, “Right, you’re doing the right thing. It’s better to set wild birds free.”


    Nothing was more beautiful than freedom.


    Finishing breakfast, Purple received a call from Alexander saying he was waiting outside for her.


    Purple asked Atra nc if she wanted toe along.


    Unfortunately, the Summers Family was about to host a banquet, and Aunt Poppy from the kitchen had asked Atra nc to teach her a few dishes. So Atra nc hadmitted to teaching Aunt Poppy how to cook today.


    So Purple went alone, carrying the little crow in her bag.


    Having her ownpany made her quite happy, but entering Alexander’s car brought back some not-so-good memories.


    Is it safe? Purple instinctively reached for the car window.


    Would there be another assassination attempt?


    “How about… you tell me the address, and I’ll take a cab there?” Purple tentatively suggested.


    Alexander chuckled.


    Purple tilted her head and asked, “Aren’t you afraid, with people always trying to kill you?”


    “Purple, no one can kill me.” Alexander was very arrogant.


    Purple pouted, “Why not? You’re not a ghost.”


    Alexander couldn’t help but burst outughing, hisughter hearty, “I’m definitely not a ghost, but my Purple is a true beauty of a ghost, otherwise how could she bewitch me sopletely!”


    Purple felt guilty and embarrassed, her cheeks flushed, and angrily retorted, “You’re the ghost! You’re a big pervert!”


    Alexander didn’t respond, just hugged her and couldn’t stopughing.


    Purple felt even more embarrassed.


    Zack Wace in the front seat turned around and solemnly said, “Ms. Summers, there’s something called destiny. Our master’s fate is not ordinary, an eminent monk has already evaluated him. With his noble and formidable abilities, anyone who tries to harm him is only seeking their own doom.”


    Alexander kicked the back of his seat, and Zack quickly retracted his head, not daring to interrupt them again.


    Purple was speechless – Alexander actually believed in such things?