Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1241

Chapter 1241: Chapter 1241

Hans Geoffrey said he fell asleep at the time of the incident and knew nothing.

Such an answer was of no use to Purple Summers.

"What time did you go to sleep?" Purple Summers asked.

Hans Geoffrey said, "Nine o’clock... or around nine-thirty, I can’t remember clearly. I had a little to drink, suddenly felt very sleepy, and went to bed early."

"You drank alone at home?"

"I have a habit of drinking half a glass of whiskey every night."

Purple Summers furrowed her brows and said, "Let’s make an assumption now. Assume there’s a person who has seen your chat records and hid in your house without you noticing. This person knows your habits, knows you drink, so they put sleeping pills in your drink. When you went to rest on the second floor, this person committed a murder in the basement storage room, found your car keys, put the body in your trunk, and left during the day amidst the chaos."

Purple Summers paused for a moment and asked Hans Geoffrey, "If there really was such a person, who do you think it would be?"

Hans Geoffrey smiled bitterly, "I don’t know..."

"Think again," Purple Summers frowned, her tone serious.

"If there really was such a person..." Hans Geoffrey shook his head, full of self-mockery, "Someone who hacked my chat software, knew my electronic lock password, knew my drinking habit, and found my car keys... carefully planned all this, killed a person just to send me to prison, then it must be someone close to me and who hates me very much, right?"

Hans Geoffrey looked up, stared at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh, "I don’t know, I really don’t know..."

Purple Summers silently watched Hans Geoffrey.

...

Leaving the prison, Purple Summers went straight to the airport.

This visit to Clearwater was only for initial understanding of the situation, not intending to stay long, but now it seemed that the situation was quite bleak.

Purple Summers calculated the time in her mind.

She needed assistance.

...

Two days later, Purple Summers, accompanied by her young daughter April and a group of bodyguards and servants, moved into her villa in Clearwater.

The leisure area on the first floor of the villa was temporarily converted into a conference room, with a rectangular projection screen hanging in the middle. As Purple Summers typed on the computer, photos were displayed in front of everyone.

On the sofa chairs sat Marcel Jefferson and two lawyers from Prominence Law Firm, as well as Aria Jackson.

"This is the deceased, named Sophia Wilson, age 22, a college student. She entered Wind Pavilion Garden Community at 10 p.m. the night of the incident, and the next morning at 8 a.m., her body was found in Hans Geoffrey’s trunk."

On the projection screen were photos of Sophia Wilson, both in life and in her horrific death.

Her snow-white limbs were contorted and curled up in the trunk, soaked with blood, making the red even redder, the white even whiter.

"Since Sophia Wilson could enter the community, is it possible that someone followed her in, then killed her and framed Hans Geoffrey?" Marcel Jefferson raised a question.

"The security guards at Wind Pavilion Garden only stop external vehicles, but according to surveillance, no one followed Sophia Wilson at that time," Purple Summers said, "Besides, each house in the villa area has an electronic password lock. If the password is entered incorrectly three times or the lock is forcibly broken, an alarm will sound immediately."

Marcel Jefferson asked again, "Can we check the villa’s entrance surveillance footage?"

"The surveillance coverage in Wind Pavilion Garden isn’t 100%. Many residents value their privacy, so property management only installed CCTV on vehicle passages."

Purple Summers lightly tapped the keyboard, and a photo of another woman appeared on the projection screen.

Compared to Sophia Wilson, this woman exhibited the elegant demeanor of an heiress, her lips slightly upturned, her smile subtle and gentle.

"This is Hans Geoffrey’s wife, Abigail Thompson," Purple Summers introduced, "She’s also one of the shareholders of Duke Jewelry Company."

"Is it possible that she..." Marcel Jefferson couldn’t help but say, "Found out her husband was having an affair, bore a grudge, killed the mistress, and framed her husband? This way, she could also acquire her husband’s shares—three birds with one stone?"