Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 927

When the two staff members of the detention center were in a daze, the pale-faced man, who was like an evil ghost, sneered. His fingers with clear joints paused at the corner of the girl's eyes and said, "Do you think you can do it?"

Then he pushed Crystal away with his strong wrist. Crystal fell in the snow, and her hands were covered with cold and soft snow. The two staff members quickly clasped Crystal and took her to the detention center.

Crystal had just had a miscarriage and was only wearing a loose long sleeve, which made her look more beautiful. She staggered and her black hair was in a mess due to the wind. No one could recognize that she was the little princess whom Harold doted on in the past.

The sky was covered with mud from the clouds, and the moon was also covered with dust.

Larry rushed over when he heard the news and happened to see this scene. Although he had always asked Harold to stay away from Crystal, he still felt uncomfortable when he saw the girl's thin back. He closed his eyes and turned to see a large amount of blood on Harold's chest. He immediately asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Harold didn't answer, but asked, "Have you brought any cigarettes?"

Larry's eyes were so vicious that he immediately saw that Harold had been shot. Instead of going to the hospital, he stood in the snow and asked him for a cigarette.

He just wanted to slap the man to death and said grumpily, "Still smoking? Hurry up and go to the doctor..."

Before he could finish his words, Crystal, who had been taken to the gate of the detention center, suddenly turned around. Her face was paler than snow, and her lips were no longer as beautiful as they used to be. She was like a wilted flower, but when she looked back, her lips curved into a smile. She was still extremely beautiful.

Larry did not understand that glance, but he could see the shape of Crystal's mouth.

Through the howling wind and the flying snow, she said, "Harold, if I die, the Seamless Hell will be waiting for you." ■I n

Harold had no expression on his face. Larry opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he suddenly heard a loud noise. Larry subconsciously turned around and saw that the detention center was instantly engulfed by the fire. Thick smoke billowed and snow stopped flying.

At that moment, Larry couldn't hear clearly. When he came to his senses, the fire was already on. He took a deep breath and said, "Crystal..."

Harold lowered his eyelashes and said, "Give me the cigarette."

Larry subconsciously gave him the cigarette, and Harold took out a cigarette to light it up. The orange sparks did not warm his face at all. His eyes reflected a great fire, and he said calmly, "It's all right now. The trouble has completely disappeared."

"This is troublesome!" Antony, who had just gotten out of the car, grabbed Harold by the collar. When he saw the detention center caught on fire in the car, his eyes were about to split open, but it was too late. He had no time to save his sister and could only watch as she was swallowed by the raging fire.

"In your eyes, she's just a trouble." Antony gritted her teeth and stared at Harold. The Third son of the Evans family had never shed tears, but at this moment, his eyes were red. A teardrop fell from theAll content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

corner of his eye. He cried like a child. "But in her eyes, you're her everything!"

"..." Harold remained unmoved. He tapped his cigarette ash and looked up coldly. "Let go of me."

Not only did Antony not let go of him, but he clenched his fists and was about to hit him. Marcus scolded, "Antony!"

He quickly stepped forward and pulled him away. "Don't mess around!"

Antony hissed, "Crystal is dead! She's dead! Are you satisfied?!"

He raised his hand and wiped his face hard. "You all think she's troublesome... Now that she's finally dead, are you all happy?!"