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Chapter 781: Chapter 781 How much is one_1

This time, Hunter Dalton didn’t try to sell any products.

He said vital energy, evil aura, and strong energy are the best tools to exorcise ghosts, and both Purple Summers and Alexander Summers possessed them, so there was no need to wear any amulets for warding off evil.

Zack Wallace stared at him, dumbfounded, as if he didn’t recognize Hunter Dalton at all.

But Purple Summers felt relieved.

It seemed that the usefulness of ghosts was actually limited, otherwise if everyone trained ghosts, wouldn’t the world be in chaos? This kind of crooked practice wasn’t actually as intimidating as knives, swords, guns, and cannons; its main advantage was its unpredictability.

Purple and Alexander left Hunter Dalton’s company, with Zack trailing behind.

He was somewhat unwilling to give up, came back to Hunter Dalton, and asked, “Training ghosts can help with finding people and objects, and can also see into past lives. If other people’s trained ghosts come, they can also lend a hand. Such a good business, why don’t you train a few? Even if you don’t use them yourself, you can sell them to others.”

Hunter Dalton just shook his head with a smile.

Zack leaned in closer and said in a low voice, “How much money do you need? Get me one.”

Hunter Dalton still shook his head, smiling as he said, “Mr. King, people who train ghosts usually die an unnatural death. If it resulted in your and Master Xander’s deaths, my company would lose two important clients. That’s not worth it.”

Zack, hearing such ominous words, walked away sullenly.

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Over the weekend, Purple stayed with Alexander at the mountain villa, not aware of Nathaniel’s situation.

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In the evening, they received a call, saying Nathaniel had gone to see the psychiatrist recommended by Jade Carlson.

In movies, hypnotists can snap their fingers and undo hypnosis, but it’s not that simple in reality, and the methods that worked previously wouldn’t work now, because back then Nathaniel fully trusted the psychiatrist introduced by Jade, but now, his heart was full of guard and caution.

Hypnosis or therapy, it’s quite difficult to proceed when the person has their defenses up in their mind.

The psychiatrist arranged two treatment periods for Nathaniel, which would take about three months, to help him fully recover.

Nathaniel agreed.

No man could stand being “impaired.” Jade had already died; was he supposed to remain celibate for life?

He didn’t refuse the psychiatrist’s help out of spite, which made Purple feel a little better.

Whatever she owed him, she would pay back whatever she could.

A few days later, the winter vacation began.

Alexander still wouldn’t let Purple return to the Summers Residence, accompanying her every day, preventing any possible contact between her and Nathaniel.

Purple felt that this was a bit unkind, as they were about to move to Pearlpoint City soon. With both of them not being at home, wouldn’t that leave Atra Blanc alone to pack the luggage?

Moving was a big affair, and the servants couldn’t be much help, and Atra Blanc, who was sentimental, had lived in the Summers Residence for over twenty years and would surely have many things she wanted to take with her.

Regrettably, both her children were particularly unfilial, not offering any help.

Snowflakes silently floated outside the house, as Purple lay on the thick woolen rug before the fireplace doing her homework, the leaping flames reflecting on her pale, jade-like face, tinting it with a warm blush, making her eyes appear even brighter from the glow.

Her hair, which hadn’t been cut for quite some time, had grown long, like fine black silk, thick and smooth, spreading out over the plush off-white woolen rug, creating a stark monochrome ink painting.

Alexander, propped up by several cushions, lay on his side watching Purple do her homework.

“You’ve been watching for almost half an hour,” Purple said without lifting her head, continuing her homework. “Is it that interesting?”

“It’s beautiful,” Alexander said seriously, a rarity for him, “My Purple is the most beautiful.”

Purple glanced at him with the corner of her eye and smiled, her eyes brimming with light, “Oh, then do you think Purple is pretty, or is Purple pretty?”