Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 721 - Missed_1

Chapter 721: Chapter 721 Missed_1

The Old Mistress didn’t believe it; she even wondered if this was just a coy game of rejection and invitation by Purple Summers? After all, who could resist wealth and power?

Was this child too young, never having tasted the allure of influence, hence ignorant of its splendor?

Or perhaps, this really was a misunderstanding, and she wasn’t Christopher Simonson’s child at all?

The Old Mistress’s thoughts were complicated as she stared silently at the television.

Old Master Simonson made a phone call to inform his trusted subordinates that due to Purple Summers’ public interview, they had to revise the contingency plan they had prepared the night before.

While waiting, the interview on the television continued.

The host was famously sharp; they never held back when criticizing politicians.

Confronted with Purple Summers’ ordeal, the host expressed strong dissatisfaction with the current election, “…What should have been a solemn and sacred event has turned into such an enormous lie, using any means necessary to vie for approval ratings, deceiving the public. I don’t want to question the character of the candidates in this election, but I can’t help asking, what has become of this country?”

Next, in the show, Purple Summers claimed her birth father’s surname was Ruan, and her birth mother’s Xu. To assert her identity, she also presented a family photo.

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In the photo, a young couple held a baby, and it was clear to see that the man bore some resemblance to a younger Christopher Simonson, thus explaining why Purple Summers could look so much like Simonson.

The host asked, “Ms. Summers, now that the facts have been clarified, is there anything else you would like to say to the audience?”

“I hope the journalists camped outside my home will leave soon because of this, I haven’t been able to attend school for two days.” Purple Summers smiled with a hint of irony, “I think that presidential candidates should first learn how to care for the future flowers of the nation, before understanding how to care for the entire country. Please campaign rationally and do not bring harm to the innocent.”

“Yes, I think after this incident, Ms. Summers has taught our future president a very good lesson,” the host responded and then asked, “What are your plans going forward, Ms. Summers?”

“Oh, I plan to visit my hometown to offer some paper money to my birth parents. They must have been quite startled down there…” Purple Summers said.

The host laughed heartily.

…

Purple Summers’ interview, intentionally arranged by Alexander Summers and Gavin Graves, spread swiftly across major online platforms.

Overnight, the situation reversed: those who initially insulted Simonson as a faithless man began to condemn the contestants for their vile tactics.

The public hated being fooled!

Though it was unclear which candidate was framing Simonson, the one with support ratings closest to Simonson’s became the primary suspect, with his numbers plummeting dramatically.

The Simonson Family’s operational team responded in a timely manner, and Simonson’s support ratings rose once again, even surpassing previous levels.

Reputation restored, the campaign progressed smoothly, yet the atmosphere in the Simonson household remained tense.

The only person who might be happy in the family was Violet Nelson.

But she dared not show the slightest joy, moving more cautiously in her daily conduct, declining many invitations in favor of staying close by the Old Mistress’s side.

In the evening, after concluding a public speech, Christopher Simonson returned home and went to see Old Master Simonson in the study as usual.

The study was filled with smoke, with the old man holding a cigarette, his aged face as still and undisturbed as an ancient, tranquil pond.

“Dad, you’re getting older, the doctor advised that you should smoke less.”

Old Master Simonson glanced up at him, extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray, and said lightly, “How was it today? All go smoothly?”

Christopher Simonson nodded gently, “The voters were very enthusiastic, the atmosphere at the scene was good.”

“It seems the impact of the last incident has settled down,” the Old Master sighed deeply, “but as a result, we missed… the only chance to acknowledge the Simonson bloodline.”