Purple Man

Tracey was a real knockout, at least by mainstream standards. Curves in all the right places, blonde hair—she was far better than Jessica, who had neither breasts nor ass.

Of course, she was better than Lorna too...

Lorna disliked women with better figures than hers, which was why she dressed androgynously every day. Seeing Jessica and Tracey communicating with their eyes, she knew Jessica had no affection for that foster family but still cared deeply about this sister. Reading the room, she promptly stood and said she had finished eating.

She had no intention of getting involved in someone else's family affairs. Tracey was still mentally unstable, so this was not a good time to talk. She held out her hand to the female lawyer beside her, who pulled a business card from her bag.

Lorna handed the card to Jessica and pointed at the lawyer. "Attorney Hogarth. Her law firm is well known in New York. If you run into trouble later, give her a call."

The lawyer did not mind. She would take on a case for anyone, as long as someone paid. With professional composure, she shook Jessica's hand before turning and leaving.

Jessica and Tracey exchanged a few simple words and prepared to head home as well. Lorna said goodbye to them at the intersection and crossed to the other side of the street to get her car.

She had only walked five meters when her sharp hearing picked up something unusual behind her. She hurriedly turned around.

A man in a purple suit had stopped Jessica and Tracey. Even beneath the dim streetlights, his eyes glinted with malice.

Not knowing that Jessica had powers, Lorna had always considered her an ordinary girl. She would help even strangers, let alone Jessica, who had once been her