Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 751

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 751

“… After being questioned for so long, he only revealed the truth yesterday.” Luke stood beside Harold and said in a low voice, “I’m incompetent.”

“It has nothing to do with you.” Harold’s face was particularly cold and indifferent on the late autumn day, like a thin layer of ice condensed from water vapor, sealing up the reality under it, making it difficult for others to pry into his emotions. “It’s not easy to get Leo to spill it.”

Luke stepped forward and opened the door. It was a garden villa, which was located in a remote place. What attracted others the most was the peace they could get, but it also meant that it was inconvenient for people to go around. There were very few people.

At this time, it was already evening. The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the sky in a dazzling color. The rusty iron gate made a “creak” sound, revealing the withered flowers and plants in the courtyard. The fallen leaves piled up layer by layer, showing the bleakness of autumn.

There was nothing unusual about the empty villa. It was old, rotten, and showed its owner’s wealth. After all, although the place was remote, the house price was not low. Many poor people who had bought it had to live there for a few days. Otherwise, they would appear very stupid to buy this place at the beginning. However, no one had ever lived in this villa before.

With a click, the chandelier was turned on. Luke pulled open a floor that looked no different from the surroundings, revealing a staircase leading to the dark basement. He went down first and turned on the light in the basement. Harold looked sideways and ordered, “Keep watch outside.”

The others answered in unison, “Yes.”

As the match was ignited, there was a warm orange light in the basement. Harold lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette. Under Leo’s gaze, he completely extinguished the faint light of the match and threw the match onto the ground, causing Leo’s pupils to shrink.

Luke moved a clean wooden chair to Harold’s side.

“Leo, are you going to reason with me?” Harold sat on the chair, with his right ankle on the left thigh, and his fingers holding the cigarette hanging on the armrest. He spat out a smoke ring, and his eyes showed his arrogance and wildness when he was young. “But you should still remember that I hate it when others talk about high-sounding truth with me. If what you want to say is these, it’s a pity that you are no longer useful to me.”