Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1119: Forever End Future Troubles_1

Chapter 1119: Chapter 1119: Forever End Future Troubles_1

After deciding to go to Pearlpoint, Purple Summers’s mood suddenly brightened, as if she’d stepped out from the shadows, full of anticipation for the vacation at Pearlpoint.

Watching her hold her belly as she ascended the stairs step by step, Alexander Summers’s smile gradually faded, and a frosty chill filled his eyes.

He picked up his phone and called Zack Wallace, "Where’s Mr. Ghost Hayes? Tell him to roll over here immediately!"

...

The next morning, as Purple went downstairs for breakfast, she saw Mr. Ghost Hayes, Hunter Dalton, and Zack Wallace, among others, in the dining room and was momentarily stunned.

"Why..." she murmured, subconsciously looking over at Alexander Summers.

Why have they all suddenly come?

"I’ve invited Mr. Hayes and Mr. Dalton to Pearlpoint to check the geomancy, and they’ll be going back with us," Alexander explained.

After he spoke, seeing the confusion on Purple’s face, he added, "You’re pregnant, and Mr. Hayes can help take care of you."

If others heard this, they might find it strange, why would a pregnant woman need a geomancy expert to look after her? But Purple knew deep down that she was different from others.

She hadn’t thought about it before, but now that Alexander had brought it up, Purple couldn’t help feeling nervous.

Subconsciously holding her belly, she asked, "Will there be a problem?"

"No!" Mr. Ghost Hayes smirked, revealing half a gold tooth, "Master Xander is just playing it safe, hehe!"

His laugh was too fake, and half-believing, half-doubting, Purple swept a glance over these people and muttered softly, "You’re not hiding anything from me, are you...?"

"What could we possibly be hiding from you?" Alexander laughed helplessly and pulled her over to sit down, "Eat breakfast, my little brat, weren’t you just fussing about being unbearably hungry?"

Calling her a little brat in front of so many people.

Purple bit her lip and glared at him annoyed, then sat down to eat breakfast.

The others were eating as well, occasionally saying a few words and casually bringing up topics, everything seemed normal.

Purple decided she was just being paranoid.

After breakfast, as usual, Purple took a half-hour stroll.

The doctor had advised her to maintain a certain level of physical activity during pregnancy, nothing too strenuous though, just to walk around after meals, stopping and going, resting and enjoying the view when tired before heading back to the villa, to avoid feeling listless from staying indoors all day.

Once Purple and the bodyguard and servant had left, Alexander looked at the others still at the table, put down his utensils, and said coldly, "Let’s continue. What’s the real story?"

Mr. Ghost Hayes was still eating and, hearing this, slurped up a noodle and asked, "Weren’t we going to discuss this after finishing the meal?"

Alexander Summers looked at him coldly, "I’m already done."

"Oh..." Mr. Ghost Hayes wiped the oil from his mouth, "I see what you mean."

Hunter Dalton glanced at Mr. Ghost Hayes and then at Alexander, and said, "Actually, it’s the same as what we discussed earlier. Nourishing soul has its advantages, and training ghost has its own, that woman is undoubtedly a ghost raised by Nathaniel Summers, only..."

His voice trailed off slightly, and he hesitated.

"Only what?" Alexander frowned.

"Only I didn’t expect it! A layman managed to train a ghost to this extent, truly impressive!" Mr. Ghost Hayes laughed hehe, glancing sideways at Hunter, "He has more talent than you, doesn’t that make you feel threatened, Hunter?"

——Bang!

The glass was slammed down hard.

Alexander Summers’s eyes grew dark, a chilling undertone in his peripheral gaze.

Seeing that he had angered Alexander, Mr. Ghost Hayes’s heart skipped erratically, and he dared not joke further, quickly saying, "Nourishing soul can revive the dead, and training ghost can kill the living, but the assassin, no matter how skilled, is still just a dead thing, being shot and not dying, because she is originally dead. If we want to protect ourselves, there are ways!"

Alexander had little patience and said coldly, "I want more than protection; I want to eliminate the threat forever!"