Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 361 - : Seeking One’s Own Death

Chapter 361: Chapter 361: Seeking One’s Own Death

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Yolanda Summers stood with her back to Purple Summers, stiff and unmoving.

Perhaps she wanted to argue vehemently, but deep down she felt guilty and at a loss for words to counter Purple’s accusations.

Purple tilted her head in thought, then slowly and gracefully ascended the steps to stand before Yolanda…

Her steps were light and slow, but each step felt like a heavy weight on Yolanda’s throat, suffocating her.

It shouldn’t be like this…

Yolanda thought in a panic: Why should I be afraid of her? What’s so scary about Purple Summers!

But her thoughts had been exposed, and Yolanda felt both guilty and embarrassed. When Purple finally stood before her, Yolanda couldn’t help feeling utterly humiliated!

“Don’t you think that although Young Master Forrester is not as elegant or distinguished as Young Master Graves, he’s still quite the rare gentleman?” Purple asked softly, without ridicule or sarcasm, simply stating a fact, “Having the future head of the Graves Family as your cousin and a chairman of an energy conglomerate as your father, these advantages in your background are something you would never otherwise have access to, let alone your own father’s boss who’s trying to climb the social ladder by marrying into the Forrester family…”

Yolanda bit her lip, avoiding eye contact with Purple.

Purple continued, “Don’t you think that the bride-to-be isn’t as beautiful as you, her figure isn’t as good as yours, and the only thing she has over you is her father’s higher rank? Young Master Forrester had never been too pleased with the engagement, and after drinking a lot, if you tenderly offer him some hangover tea, wouldn’t he fall head over heels for you? Who knows what might happen between a man and a woman under the influence? What does it matter if they’re engaged? It’s not like they’re married, right?”

Purple’s words tore away Yolanda’s last shred of dignity, so she gritted her teeth and decided to go all out.

Suddenly, Yolanda raised her head and looked Purple in the eye, declaring confidently, “Since you already understand my intentions, don’t try to stop me! Purple Summers, I am not like you! I have the blood of the Summers Family, and my only way out is through marrying well! If Forrester doesn’t care for me, I have done my part by offering tea. If he does take an interest… wouldn’t it be good if he truly likes me? Purple, we have the same last name, and if the Summers Family prospers, it can only benefit you too!”

Purple looked enlightened and murmured, “So you really think like this…”

With a soft laugh, she continued, “Yolanda, we really are different. The biggest difference is that I never put my future in the hands of a man.”

Yolanda’s face turned pale with anger as she retorted, “Who are you pretending to be virtuous for? You might despise worldly matters, but it doesn’t mean the world will admire you. What’s wrong with wanting to marry well? Is it wrong for me to pursue my own desires? Purple, when you eventually desire something, you’ll be even more ruthless and despicable than me!”

Not wanting to say more, Yolanda stormed off in her high heels, only to be stopped by Purple’s outstretched hand.

“What do you want now?” Yolanda demanded sharply, filled with resentment.

“You’re right. I have no right to stop you. I just have a few last words to say.” Purple paused before continuing, “Once you set foot in Room 1311 today, there’s no way you’ll be able to keep it a secret. The hotel is filled with guests upstairs and downstairs. The bride’s family is your father’s superior. Yolanda, do you want your father to retire early?”

Yolanda’s expression changed rapidly, and she stood there dumbfounded.

Purple crushed her last hope, “Don’t think Young Master Forrester will side with you. Although he’s not satisfied with the wedding, he might not prefer you either. You would only stir up gossip and disgrace both families. Yolanda, you are not climbing the social ladder. You’re walking into a dead end.”