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Larissa Hamilton then remembered her injury.

“I really hope it won’t leave a scar!” she said nervously as she ran to the restroom to look in the mirror.

After Larissa left, Marcel Jefferson and Purple Summers chatted, “Do you think I should change my office location? The geomancy here is so bad; there’s always something wrong.”

Purple Summers originally didn’t believe in geomancy, but now she wondered if perhaps her past self had been too narrow-minded?

“I’ll introduce a master to you later,” Purple Summers remembered Hunter Dalton and said, “He’s very good, and it should be no trouble for him to check out the geomancy for you.”

They chatted for a while, and when Purple Summers saw that there was nothing else to do, she prepared to go home.

Marcel Jefferson walked her to the elevator.

Unexpectedly, as the elevator doors opened, Allen Rivera, who had left earlier, walked out.

He was dressed in the prosecutor’s standard dark gray suit, his short hair jet- black, his shirt collar tightly fastened, impeccably neat and proper.

“I mentioned last time that I wanted to invite you both to a meal, how about today?” said Allen Rivera.

Purple Summers and Marcel Jefferson exchanged glances, both were surprised; they thought the invitation to a meal was just polite talk and did not expect Allen, who was so formal, to actually keep his word about the invitation.

Purple Summers had promised Atra Blanc she would come home early, and she wondered what the prosecutor would think if she told him now that her mother was calling her home for dinner.

“We could also discuss the case,” Allen Rivera added.

With that, it seemed they couldn’t refuse…

After pondering for a bit, Purple Summers agreed.

The three of them took the elevator down together, and Purple Summers took out her phone to send Atra Blanc a message saying she wouldn’t be home for lunch.

On the way, Allen Rivera asked what they liked to eat, and Marcel Jefferson politely said, “Anything is fine.”

Purple Summers had no preference as well.

Allen Rivera, without further inquiry, chose a Japanese restaurant according to his own taste.

Purple Summers thought to herself: Clean and cold dishes, indeed very much in line with Allen Rivera’s style.

The Japanese restaurant Allen Rivera took them to was fully wooden, with an elegantly simple and serene atmosphere, not lacking in patrons, yet their voices were so soft that the establishment seemed very quiet.

Not knowing much about Japanese food, Purple Summers and Marcel Jefferson left the ordering completely up to Allen Rivera.

While waiting for the food to be prepared, they started discussing the case.

Allen Rivera was cool and meticulous, but that didn’t mean he was socially inept, so the conversation at the table was harmonious. Although not warm, the sporadic chatter prevented any awkward lulls.

Allen Rivera told them that Cyrus Davis’ mother had died when he was just seven years old; essentially, Cyrus was raised single-handedly by Joshua Davis. Joshua was a firm believer in tough love and thought strict teachers produced outstanding students, so he was very strict with his son from the start.

However, Cyrus couldn’t understand his father’s expectations and resented him.

“…He never got any pocket money, had to go to tutoring classes after school until 11 p.m. before he could go home to sleep… He had to come first in tests, and according to his own diary, one time when he happened to have a cold during an exam and ended up in fourth place, Joshua beat him up without asking any questions,” Allen Rivera said. “Cyrus wrote in his diary that he was especially happy when he got into Clearwater University of Technology because he could finally escape his dad’s control.”

The more repressed he had been before, the more he rebelled later.

After entering university, out of his father’s sight, Cyrus started smoking, drinking, and making friends. To support his expenses, he worked at nightclubs and accidentally discovered his father’s dealings with the bald man.

Cyrus despised his father’s strictness towards him and his own indulgent ways.

He was also curious about the special cigarettes his father bought. After trying them once, he got hooked and eventually, it ended his young life.

Marcel Jefferson sighed, “If Joshua hadn’t suddenly started buying more potent cannabis, maybe the tragedy wouldn’t have occurred.”

“Chance always carries an element of inevitability; if tragedy hasn’t already struck, then it’s just on its way,” Purple Summers said.