Chapter 1011: Chapter 1011 Your Story_1 Chapter 1011: Chapter 1011 Your Story_1 Purple Summers quietly watched the man on the witness stand.

He was tall and well-built, with firm muscular lines on his arms, indicating a regular fitness routine, though his face remained impassive, revealing little.

“Is it him?” Marcel Jefferson asked in a low voice beside her.

Purple Summers replied indifferently, “We’ll know soon enough.”

The prosecution had only one goal in calling Dion Benson to testify, and that was to refute Jane McCain’s testimony. Since McCain had claimed the story came from someone else, they brought in a witness to prove it was McCain who had told the story herself.

“Mr. Dion Benson, please tell everyone what happened at the party.”

“At that time, a fashion show had just ended, and we were drinking and eating at the party when someone suggested playing a game where each person shares something explosive. That’s when Jane McCain told that story,” Dion Benson said.

Ian Conner asked, “Can you be more specific? About that story.”

Dion Benson glanced at the defendant, Jane McCain, and said, “It’s been too long, and I can’t remember the details. All I remember is she mentioned a male model named Philly, that they had some conflicts, and then… she killed him.”

“Are you sure it was the defendant who told this story?” Ian Conner emphasized, pointing his finger at Jane McCain.

Dion Benson nodded, “I’m sure.”

Purple Summers stood up, “Mr. Dion Benson, can you repeat the story you heard back then in court now?”

“I’m afraid I can’t,” Dion Benson replied, “It’s been too long.”

Purple Summers smiled, “Yes, it’s been three to four years, yet you can still remember precisely that the story came from the mouth of my client. It must be said that you have a very good memory.”

Without changing his expression, Dion Benson responded, “After all, it was a murder, so it left a deep impression.”

Indeed, it was explosive. Were you shocked when you first heard it?” Purple Summers asked him.

After a moment’s hesitation, Dion Benson nodded, “Yes.”

Purple Summers continued to question, “And then? Did you do anything? Like, call the police?”

Dion Benson furrowed his brow, “No.”

Purple Summers asked incredulously, “Why didn’t you call the police? You heard about a shocking murder and didn’t report it? Didn’t tell anyone? Did nothing?”

Feeling cornered, Dion Benson retorted, “I thought she was joking! We had been drinking, everyone was hyped up and bragging. I didn’t take it seriously!”

“So it was just a joke…” Purple Summers nodded as if enlightened, “So, a joke you didn’t take seriously, you remembered for a full three to four years! You forgot everything else from the party but clung to a joke from my client. Are you secretly in love with my client?”

Dion Benson’s face turned instantly ashen.

“Objection!” Ian Conner stood up angrily.

“My apologies, I take back my last statement,” Purple Summers said with a smiling gaze fixed on Dion Benson, and corrected herself, “You’re not secretly in love with her, you’re trying to frame her, aren’t you?”

“Objection! The defense lawyer is attacking the witness!” Ian Conner exclaimed urgently.

“Your Honor, I am merely trying to demonstrate that this witness’s testimony is inconsistent,” Purple Summers said calmly, “I have the right to cross-examine any witness who accuses my client.”

The judge pondered for a moment, then said, “Objection overruled, the defense lawyer may continue the cross-examination.”

Ian Conner’s face showed disappointment, and he sat down, resigned.

Purple Summers smiled and looked again at Dion Benson in the witness box, approaching slowly, step by step.

Her smile hinted at something elusive, her eyes bright and clear, like she saw prey caught in a trap, her gaze subtly gleaming with excitement.

“Mr. Dion Benson, I am quite fond of playing games, and my memory is very good,” Purple Summers said, moving closer with laughter in her eyes, “You said that at the party, everyone shared something explosive. Jane McCain shared the story of murdering Philly, so what about you? Could you share your story with us?”