Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 102

When Harold arrived at Flower Land, Luke had also arrived. Dana greeted them with worried tears in her eyes. “I can’t find her anywhere…”

Harold ignored her and went straight to the back door. Luke followed behind. While he was taking out the spare key, he saw the boss kicking the door with a cold face. With a loud bang, the door was

kicked open!

Luke’s movements froze. Thinning his lips, he thought to himself that it had been years since he last saw Master White this angry.

The closer Harold got to the iron cage, the deeper he frowned.

If he really saw Crystal’s dead body… Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

It was really hard for him to find someone so interesting. He would regret a lot if she was gone.

Although Luke still had some hope, he knew in his heart that there was probably a mess of flesh and blood in the cage?

Surprisingly, they could catch only the smell of fresh air and grass. There was no hint of blood or anything strange. And, the cage was clean.

Luke was stunned. He raised his head and looked into the depths of the cage where he happened to meet a pair of ice-cold, beastly azure eyes.

Wild animal’s eyes were very different from that of humans where things like ‘affection’ would never be seen. What’s more, this was a pair of eyes belonging to the king of all animals. It was just a glance, but

it came with superior contempt.

“… She isn’t here.” Luke heaved a sigh of relief. “She should be somewhere else…”

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard Harold say, “Open the cage.”

Luke clearly remembered that he hadn’t locked the cage before he left.

He opened the door of the cage and Harold walked in. The big fellow sitting in the innermost part of the cage glanced at him and wagged his thick tail. He looked lazy, but he was much gentler than he had been in the past two days.

If there were animal experts here, they would definitely recognize that it was an adult snow tiger. The snow tiger was a further variation of the white tiger breed from Bangladesh, and its probability of appearance was only one in a hundred thousand.

This snow tiger had a pure white coat with only black stripes on its tail. Even when it was lying on the ground watching people, it still exuded a kind of superior pressure.

“Devil,” Harold narrowed his eyes. “Where is she?”

The snow tiger yawned impatiently. It moved the big claws and flipped its body gently, revealing a small figure lying underneath. Crystal was curling up into a ball against the tiger’s fluffy and warm belly… sleeping soundly.

Harold was speechless.

Luke, who had followed in, couldn’t find his voice.

Harold suppressed his temper and squatted down to pinch Crystal’s chin. Crystal felt the pain and her eyelashes trembled. She woke up with a blank look on her face. “What are you doing…”

Harold sneered. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, I did…” Crystal rubbed her eyes. “You’re back? I thought you wouldn’t be coming back today.” Luke said, “Crystal, we are all very worried about you.”

“Are you worried about me?” Crystal looked around and said, “Oh… I was locked in this cage. Then I saw Coco. It’s so cute. I played with it for a while, then I was sleepy and fell asleep. I’m a little hungry

now…”

All right, she thought such a huge, ferocious tiger was cute, and she had even played with it… Harold’s face darkened. “Who’s CoCo?!”

Crystal hugged the snow tiger’s neck, “This is Coco! You didn’t lie to me. You do have a big cat!” After a pause, she added, “But it seems not interested in a little fish like me.”