Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266

Crystal replied with an “oh” and said, “Then I’ll give Master White a call…”

“Harold is very busy. Why do you have to call him?” Kimberly pulled Crystal over. “Get in the car first. Old Madam can’t wait any longer!”

Crystal informed the receptionist in a hurry and was pulled away by Kimberly. A black car was waiting outside. Kimberly almost stuffed Crystal into the car. Crystal felt that something was wrong, but Kimberly had already closed the car door immediately.

Kimberly sneered and made a gesture. “Do it!”

Before Crystal could react, she felt someone covering her mouth with a cloth. In an instant, she lost consciousness.

The man in the back seat looked at Crystal who had fainted and said, “Second Madam, she has fainted.”

Kimberly glanced at Crystal and said, “Tie her up and stuff her mouth so that she won’t be annoying when she wakes up.”

“Yes!”

The black SUV drove out of the bustling center of the city and went all the way to the outskirts of the capital.

In the warehouse in the suburbs, Mark paced back and forth anxiously. When he finally heard the sound of the car, his eyes lit up and he hurried to the roadside.

The car stopped and Kimberly got out. Mark asked in a hurry, “How is it? Is it done?”

Kimberly said, “It’s just a little girl. How difficult can it be to tie her up?”

As soon as she waved her hand, someone carried the unconscious Crystal out of the car. Mark was immediately excited. “Good… good! As long as I catch this girl, I don’t believe that Harold will not surrender!”

narrowed his eyes. “Harold… you’ve taken away my things for so many years. It’s time for you to give them back to me!”

Kimberly grabbed Mark’s arm and said, “Honey, what will we do in the future if this matter is screwed up?”

Mark seemed to freeze for a moment before being swept away by the frenzy in his head. “It’s impossible that it will be screwed. There’s no such possibility.”

“But….. but I’m still afraid…”

“What are you afraid of!” Mark pressed down on Kimberly’s shoulder, stared into her eyes, and said, “Think about Cyril! He’s still lying on the bed and having difficulty getting up! Didn’t others laugh at you for being controlled by your nephew when you were out?! We can only make a bet to get back. what belongs to us!”

Kimberly gritted her teeth. “…Okay, I’ll listen to you.”