Chapter 504: Flowers are best picked at their pri (Pig-Riding Tree Climbing Reward Boost)_1
Gerald Graves’ face turned an iron shade of green with anger.
Even though the eyewitness was right here, the other party denied everything clean! It was infuriating!
Purple Sumrs asked with a smile brimming in her eyes, “Ms. Foster, a delicate woman, could you really be of help in this kidnapping case? It’s truly surprising.”
Mrs. Foster lifted her head proudly and said, “My dear Bella is set to inherit the family business in the future. In the perfu industry, one requires an extrely sensitive sense of sll. It was only because Bella could detect the scent of apricot blossoms lingering on the ransom note that we managed to find this place!”
“What ransom note?” asked Purple Sumrs. “May I take a look at it?”
Gavin Graves glanced at Lester Williams, who imdiately took out the ransom note and handed it to Purple Sumrs.
After examining it, Purple Sumrs said, “Isn’t this the letter that I had soone print at the print shop?”
She brought it close to her nose and took a sniff, then said with a laugh, “Apart from the sll of ink, I can’t detect any floral fragrance. Ms. Foster is really impressive to have picked up the scent of flowers from the paper from the print shop.”
Mrs. Foster looked as if she had been dealt a heavy blow, her body tottering as if she was on the verge of fainting.
How could this be!
“Is this the ransom note you’re talking about?” Purple Sumrs pulled a folded piece of paper from the pocket of her coat, sniffed it and said, “Hmm, this one does seem to have a faint fragrant scent… Ms. Foster, why don’t you sll it again?”
As she spoke, she passed the ransom note to Bella Foster.
Bella Foster didn’t reach out to take it. Her lips were deathly pale and her eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Purple Sumrs.
“You bitch!” Bella Foster suddenly lunged madly towards Purple Sumrs, “Purple Sumrs! You will not die a good death!!!”
Purple Sumrs had anticipated her reaction and agilely dodged it, when suddenly, several tall n in black rushed out from behind and pinned Bella Foster to the ground!
Mrs. Foster let out a terrified, piercing scream!
Only then did everyone realize that the Howard Family was also present!
Bella Foster tried to hurl insults but was gagged with a rag from the farmhouse, sared with sothing unknown.
Mrs. Foster was firmly tied up as well, waiting to be dealt with.
There was no point in quibbling any longer; Bella Foster’s ability to sll the scent of apricot blossoms on an ordinary piece of paper said it all.
If she wasn’t the mastermind behind the scenes, how could she know the location in Apricot Village?
Bella Foster, pinned to the ground, had half her face pressed into the cold mud, tears rolling down from her reddened eyes and mingling with the dirt.
Her eyes were still fixed on Purple Sumrs, sharp as a sword, wishing to pierce through Purple Sumrs with her gaze.
But Purple Sumrs couldn’t care less to spare her another glance. She bid farewell to Gavin and Gerald Graves, and turned to leave.
The rest was for others to take care of, no need for her to worry.
Outside the farmhouse, a black luxury car was parked. Purple Sumrs smiled as she sat down and waved a blooming branch in front of the man.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” Purple Sumrs asked.
Alexander Sumrs frowned and said with distaste, “Keep it away, there’re bugs on it.”
“Bugs?” Purple Sumrs paused, then upon closer inspection, she indeed noticed a few inconspicuous tiny caterpillars nestled between the flower petals…
Purple Sumrs: “…”
The hand holding the apricot branch felt numb.
“Quick, open the window!”
A suppressed shout of a young girl resonated in the car, followed by the window rolling down and the branch of apricot flowers being tossed out in haste!
Gavin Graves happened to be walking towards the farmhouse gate just as the apricot flowers landed at his feet.
Gavin looked up, his gaze eting Alexander Sumrs’ in the car, and smiled with refined courtesy.
Alexander’s deep eyes imdiately revealed a few strands of sharpness.
A stray apricot branch over the wall… the on wasn’t good.
“Who told you to throw garbage?” Alexander Sumrs scolded Purple Sumrs with a cold face.
Purple Sumrs was busy wiping her hands with a napkin and shot an annoyed glance at him, “It’s all because you ntioned the bugs!”
Alexander Sumrs: “…”
He then solemnly reminded her with a grave expression, “Don’t throw things out carelessly next ti.”
Purple Sumrs pouted, finding him completely incomprehensible.
The car slowly pulled away, disappearing into the twists and turns of the mountain village road. Gavin looked down at the apricot flower at his feet and sighed softly.
Flowers should be plucked when they bloom, it’s a pity… the prized flower already has an owner.
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