Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 4

“I can’t let others know that I’m not dead.”

“Hmm…” Crystal thought for a moment. “But why did you bring me in here?”

Harold tutted. “It just came handy.”

Crystal wiggled her body. “Can we go out now…”

Harold pushed open the lid of the casket. He jumped out agilely with the support of only one hand. Crystal’s forehead was covered in sweat. She was so afraid of height and could only seek Harold’s help. “Master White… It’s too high. I’m scared.”

Harold rested his elbow on the side of the casket, looking nonchalant. “What does it have to do with

me?”

Crystal’s eyes sparkled with tears. “But… you brought me in…”

The man remained unmoved. “Oh, I did that, so what?”

mad she was about to explode. She said without any bit of strength, “Too much!” It was the first time Harold saw someone dare to get mad at him. Perhaps this little bumpkin had been living in the countryside for a long time she didn’t know what kind of person Harold was in

one hand and looked at her with interest. “It’s not impossible to

Crystal immediately perked up.

man chuckled. “What did you

that something was wrong. “They all

raised an eyebrow. “You’re my

ask, “What

attractive in the flickering candlelight. He said

her to

red

assistant, Luke Jones. “Everyone says that you’re dead. Our

attend my own funeral

contemplating, then turned around

afraid that he would leave her alone in

almost fell to the

Did he hear wrongly?