Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 954

Chapter 954

"Poppy..." Anselm was like a puppy abandoned by its master. His voice was lowered as he said in a low voice, "I snuck over to Hallbury just to meet you and talk to you. I'm going to go back soon, or else my manager will definitely scold me. Can you open the door? I'll go after taking a look at you..."

Crystal sighed in her heart.

Don't love me. There won't be a good ending. I'm just a legend.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded. "Who are you looking for?"

Anselm was stupefied.

About two or three seconds later, the tall white boy standing outside the door blushed and stammered, "I, I'm sorry. I thought..."

He thought that Crystal was inside, but it was a man, and he had said so many disgusting words to others...

He was extremely embarrassed. He didn't know what to do at all. He said in a random manner, 'Tm sorry for disturbing you!"

Then, there was a burst of fast footsteps.

Crystal heaved a sigh of relief and looked up at Harold. "Thank you."

She smiled and said, "When I first came back, people kept telling me that the person I couldn't offend the most in City W was the White family's Master White. Now it seems that you, Mr. White, are a nice person."

Harold's eyes were expressionless. After staring at her for about two or three seconds, he suddenly stepped forward and blocked her in between the door and his body.

Behind her was an ice-cold solid wooden door, and in front of her was an iron wall made of hot flesh and blood. Now Harold's momentum was even more oppressive than two years ago. Crystal even unconsciously slowed down her breathing and slowly clenched her fingers.

—Natalie was right. It was not easy to earn 20 million dollars.