Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 48 - 48: Best Friends

Chapter 48: Chapter 48: Best Friends

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Purple Summers was truly furious!

Although the pink Hummer might not be much among the many luxury cars in the Summers Family collection, it was her first car after becoming a prosecutor!

Her very first car in life!

What was most precious about it was the unique hand-painted design on the body of the car!

Once, after she had won a difficult case, a well-known illustrator that was part of the prosecution, thanked her by creating a set of illustrations for her beloved car!

The works of this illustrator were highly sought after in high society, and each piece fetched astronomical prices at auction!

So, both the car and the illustrations on it held extraordinary significance and immense value for Purple Summers!

Purple Summers stood at the entrance of the elaborate iron gate, watching the car disappear into the distance, filled with indignant anger!

— One really shouldn’t die too early because you never know how your treasured possessions will be desecrated by others.

Because she had witnessed her beloved car being tampered with, Purple Summers had a gloomy expression throughout her journey, with clouds of anger hanging over her.

It wasn’t until the taxi arrived at Haylight Street that the driver told her she had reached her destination, and she reluctantly pulled herself together.

She couldn’t let herself get down.

She had many things to do and couldn’t be affected by these little emotions.

Haylight Street was very spacious, with no large shopping malls or supermarkets.

The most prominent building was the Clearwater City Police Department, followed by a gas station, some administrative buildings, and a scattering of small shops.

Purple Summers stopped outside the police department, looking at the familiar surroundings, feeling an emotional wave going through her.

Everything was as it used to be.

Nathaniel Summers once complained about her devotion to work, jokingly saying that the Prosecutor’s Office was her in-law’s house, the police department was her parents’ house, and the Summers’ house was nothing more than an inn for her to rest in on the way.

Purple Summers made a phone call in a public phone booth.

Soon, a woman answered the phone, “Hello, who is this?”

Her voice was slightly hoarse, revealing a hint of impatience.

They had just met not long ago, but because she had experienced a life-and-death situation, hearing this voice now suddenly tightened Purple Summers’ heart! Her hand couldn’t help but grip the phone tighter.

“Hello! Who is it?” The woman’s voice became even more impatient, and somewhat fiery.

“Officer Jackson.” Purple Summers took a deep breath to calm her emotions, “Regarding Ms. Suzanne Saunders’ accidental death, I have some clues I want to tell you.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

After a moment, the other party suddenly launched a series of questions! –

“Was Suzanne Saunders killed by someone? Who are you? How did you find out about this?”

Purple Summers looked at the beef noodle shop not far away, her voice calm and steady, “Let’s meet and talk, I am at the noodle shop outside the police department waiting for you, come alone.”

Having said that, she hung up the phone ahead of time, and then kept her gesture of talking on the phone, pretending to continue the call.

Her eyes occasionally glanced at the entrance of the police department, her clear pupils shimmering like a deep pool.

Before too long, a tall woman hurriedly came out from inside. She had flaming red lips, short hair that reached her ears, and a short-sleeved T-shirt with jeans, an extremely neutral outfit beneath her beautiful face.

This woman was Aria Jackson.

Aria Jackson was the captain of the criminal investigation team. She was fiercely passionate about fighting evil and had the highest case-solving rate. At the same time, she had an extremely fierce personality. Everyone in the Clearwater City Police Department, from the director to the cleaning lady, knew about her.

Suzanne Saunders and Aria Jackson were the best partners, and at the same time, they were best friends.

Aria Jackson stormed into the beef noodle shop in a blaze of fury.

Purple Summers watched the familiar figure and finally let out a sigh of relief, the corners of her mouth lifting slightly.

As long as Aria Jackson could help her, many things would become simpler.

Purple Summers walked into the noodle shop, and Aria Jackson’s gaze swept past her without stopping.

—The person providing the clue shouldn’t be a sixteen-year-old child.

Purple Summers didn’t mind. She chose a seat by the window, telling the waiter, “Two bowls of beef noodles, one without spicy, one without green onions.”

After saying that, she grinned at Aria Jackson and said, “And a can of beer, right?”

Aria Jackson’s face changed abruptly, “You were the one who called?!”