Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 162

As someone unemployed, Crystal was wandering around the street and felt a little bored when others were busy at work. She inadvertently raised her head and saw a promotional video playing on the led screen across the street. It was about the traditional embroidery of Hallbury.

The embroidery master, Christy, was the only heir of the Bolton Clan’s embroidery technique. Her embroidery was exquisite and lifelike. Many celebrities tried to order high-quality embroidery dresses from her but she was hard to reach. Christy was undoubtedly the most famous person in the embroidery industry in Hallbury.

Crystal looked at the video earnestly. She had learned embroidery from an old granny before. From a professional point of view, Christy’s work was indeed exquisite, but Crystal always felt that there was less spirit energy, which made her work look a little dull.

However, Christy had done very well in today’s withering of traditional culture.

After the video was over, Crystal yawned and decided to go to Harold’s office to sleep. It was hot outside, so she wanted to go somewhere with an air conditioner.

Crystal took a taxi to the White Group’s office building. She called Harold, but it was Luke who picked up. “I’m sorry, Mrs. White. At this moment, Master White is meeting a guest. I’ll come down. to pick you up.”

to come down

to go to

Crystal, he said, “Mrs. White, I’ve gotten you a card. You can use it

into her small bag. The two of them entered the elevator. Crystal

“A very

understand business, so she

the secretary to take good care of her, he left in a hurry. It seemed that the guest was indeed a very important person. Crystal had never seen such a

secretary poured Crystal some water and took out some snacks and a tablet. Crystal

here to sleep. She watched a cartoon and started to feel sleepy halfway through. After a while, she

curled up on the sofa. Her cheeks were red from sleep, and her eyes were closed. She looked even more obedient, which made people’s hearts feel softer. Harold had been in the meeting, so he didn’t

person behind him asked,

said lightly, “The office is a little messy, so I won’t invite you