Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 256 - : Peculiar Smell

Chapter 256: Chapter 256: Peculiar Smell

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Prosecutors hold an extremely high social status and are considered the most prestigious profession by the public. All criminal cases must be conducted under the guidance and supervision of prosecutors, and even the Minister of Justice has no right to intervene in their investigations.

As a result, prosecutors enjoy a celebrity-like aura, and public opinion often has a fatal impact on their careers.

Suzanne Saunders’s fame is not only due to her abilities, but most importantly, her public image has always been excellent. That’s why she has been repeatedly elected as the best prosecutor.

However, Jade Carlson, not long after officially becoming a prosecutor, has been criticized and belittled by public opinion to this extent that she has no chance of turning the tables.

Purple Summers browsed the headline news with a pleasure akin to admiring a work of art.

This was her achievement, and she intended to appreciate it fully.

The news editor was mean-spirited, intentionally placing Jade Carlson and Marcel Jefferson’s photos side by side. On one side was the defeated Jade and on the other was Marcel, who exuded vital energy—forming a striking contrast.

The lofty prosecutor.

The unknown little lawyer.

The ultimate reversal of victory.

This kind of breaking news hooked the public’s interest.

This time, Marcel Jefferson could be said to have stolen the limelight.

The reporters praised him endlessly, using every possible adjective and phrase like “rising star in law,” “a new star in the field of justice,” and “the star of justice,” to the point of overkill. These remarks described Marcel’s outstanding performance during the court hearing.

Purple Summers couldn’t help but laugh softly as she watched.

“Marcel did a great job this time,” she evaluated with a smile in her heart.

Although she had provided hints with her laptop, the time pressure meant she could only give him concise keywords. Not only did Marcel have to grasp her meaning quickly, but he also had to organize his language, clarify his logic, and respond to Jade in the shortest time possible. It was quite challenging.

He excelled at adaptability, far surpassing Jade Carlson in that regard.

Purple Summers browsed through the popular news and didn’t see Aria Jackson’s video about the mayor.

She patiently scrolled down further. The video had been pushed down because of the overwhelming number of posts.

After all, not many netizens would pay attention to the mayor hosting a banquet, which sounded dull.

Purple Summers found the news video, and after playing it, she watched the lengthy, monotonous interview laden with official jargon. The reporter later asked Mayor Carlson about the prepared celebratory banquet for Jade Carlson.

George Carlson smiled reservedly on camera and said, “Perhaps because we both have the same last name, people have misconstrued the situation. In fact, this Sunday I am hosting a family dinner for my younger daughter’s birthday, not a celebratory banquet. I don’t know Jade Carlson, and I hope everyone won’t misunderstand.”

George Carlson has three daughters, the youngest Shelby Carlson goes to school with Grey. In fact, it was nearly a month until Shelby’s birthday.

Of course, the mayor could argue that due to his busy work schedule, celebrating her birthday in advance is not out of the question.

However…

George Carlson was truly heartless.

Once these words were disseminated through the media, there was no going back. He could never acknowledge Jade as his daughter. He even needed to pretend not to know her, cutting all ties between them.

Treating his biological daughter like a pawn, it was no wonder Aria Jackson said George Carlson was the worst kind of man.

Purple Summers wondered whether George Carlson would become an obstacle to what she was planning to do next…

As she considered this, she went downstairs for breakfast, but as she stepped off the stairs, she felt a cold breeze, which made her shiver.

Purple Summers was only wearing a thin layer of clothing at home.

“Mom?” she rubbed her arms, “Why did you open the window?”

Atra Blanc had opened the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room, and the cold wind rushed in, dispersing the warmth inside the house.

Atra Blanc said quickly, “Hurry upstairs and put on something warmer! There is a foul smell downstairs. I opened the window to air it out.”

Only now did Purple Summers notice the smell.

…A nauseating, rotten stench permeated the air.