Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Not all the women had gone upstairs; some remained by the men’s sides, uneasy or curious, silently waiting to see how things would develop.

After a while, Zack Wallace finished his task and whispered something to Alexander Summers.

In Alexander’s deep, cold eyes, there was a faint warmth. He glanced towards Purple, his eyes filled with a smile.

Purple blushed slightly and turned away, avoiding his gaze.

Everyone else assumed Alexander was looking at Lily Howard and didn’t notice anything unusual.

Only Gavin Graves’s gaze lightly rested on Purple and then shifted to Alexander, his expression profound.

After a short period, Zack Wallace’s men laid out sheets of white paper across the empty dance floor.

The white papers were all A4 size, a thick stack of them, laid out one by one until the entire dance floor was covered, a vast expanse of white.

The crowd buzzed with speculation.

“Mr. King, what are you planning to do?”

“Why cover the floor with white paper?”

Some eagle-eyed individuals noticed several men beside Zack Wallace holding large glass jars filled with ants!

“What in the world is this for? How did you get so many ants?!”

People were restless, feeling unsettled and confused.

Many eyes turned to Alexander Summers, hoping he would stand up and provide an explanation, but Alexander leisurely lit a cigarette and sat on the side, smoking unhurriedly.

An uncle who was close to Alexander could not contain his impatience and asked, “What are you preparing to do? At least tell us so we can be prepared.”

Alexander smiled and said, “Uncle, please take a seat and relax. In a moment, we will bring the murderer to you for verification.”

Instead of being reassured, everyone grew more agitated.

It was because Roy Howard’s methods were too bloody and brutal, casting a deep shadow; everyone was afraid that Roy Howard would employ some merciless interrogation techniques to search for the truth.

At that moment, Zack Wallace picked up a fork from the dining table and tapped a glass, producing a clear sound to capture everyone’s attention.

Zack Wallace said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the person who killed Elder Master Howard wrapped the handle of the small knife with a tablecloth, then took advantage of the blackout, the moment of the explosion, to drive the blade into the elder master’s heart. This person is highly skilled and left no fingerprints. Even when the police arrive, they probably won’t be able to uncover the truth for a while.”

As Zack Wallace’s words ended, a clamor arose in the banquet hall, and people started whispering to each other.

“What are we going to do? Are we supposed to stay here the entire time?”

“Are we waiting for the police to question each of us? …Can they really get anything out of that? This is clearly premeditated.”

“With the elder master dead, who stands to gain the most? Don’t tell me someone is playing a double game here…”

Zack Wallace’s eyes suddenly sharpened as he shouted, “Young Master Flynn Howard! So anxious to shift the focus; are you the guilty one?”

“Pah!” Flynn Howard sneered coldly, “Don’t try to intimidate me with your fancy airs. Who do you think you are? Setting up this family banquet is clearly a trap! Master Xander has quite the appetite—does he intend to consume the entire Howard Family?!”

His intentions were malicious as he deliberately emphasized “your Master Xander” and “our Howard Family,” subtly sowing discord.

Upon hearing this, Zack Wallace felt an itch to shoot the man on the spot.

But Alexander Summers simply smiled faintly and said, “Clearly you didn’t pay attention to your studies when you were young. The Feast at Hong Gate was set by Xiang Yu for the Duke of Pei. Flynn, who do you think is the Duke of Pei at today’s banquet?”