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?”

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

his jaw with one hand and looked at

Crystal immediately perked up.

chuckled. “What

notice that something was wrong. “They all call

“You’re my

was inexperienced enough to ask,

handsome face was particularly attractive in the flickering candlelight. He said unhurriedly, “Use your

to call him

ears turned red in

out from the shadows. It was Harold’s assistant, Luke Jones. “Everyone says that you’re dead.

time to attend my own funeral and experience

Crystal, who was still sitting in the casket and contemplating, then

alone in the casket. She shouted hurriedly,

fell

Did he hear wrongly?