Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 390

The White family, Silent Temple.

A gust of wind blew, and the oil lamp in the Buddha Hall shook.

Antonio, who was kneeling on the futon, opened his eyes, closed the window, and added oil to the oil lamp.

“In the blink of an eye, nearly twenty years have passed.” Antonio’s fingertips brushed across the characters on the spirit tablet. The words “Leilani” had become dim due to years of caressing. He closed his eyes and said, “But do you think that twenty years has been a very long time?”

“But after such a long time, I still haven’t forgotten you.”

“Leilani.” Antonio smiled. “You hate me so much. I’m sure you haven’t reincarnated yet.”

It was silent in the Buddha Hall. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The expression on Antonio’s face faded as he said, “Come in.”

The servant bowed her head and walked into the Buddha Hall. She said softly, “There was an explosion in Tong Xin amusement park today. It was Logan’s daughter who was killed.” “Eldest Young Master does not allow his men to spread a word about that, and everywhere is heavily guarded. We can’t get any more information other than that, but we roughly know that the reason for her death was because of the Evans family’s Fifth Miss.”

a long time before he said, “Chloe is a scourge. Her daughter is also a

a pity that the person I sent out back then didn’t take the little b*tch’s life.” Antonio knelt down on the futon again. The sound of the

servant didn’t dare to breathe. She lowered her head and stood aside,

asked lightly,

servant answered cautiously,

son of mine has an extraordinary fate. I have already helped him. once for the sake of our relationship. If Crystal was buried alive by the Old Madam, it would be all settled. It’s a pity that

to judge the relationship between the father and son, so she

voice of the

going to

Crystal had a dream.

dream, she was

she could see the cheering crowd. Everyone wore a funny mask. on their faces, cheering for her impending

so scared that she broke out in a cold sweat, but she was hanging in the air. No matter how hard she moved, it

The crowd was bustling.

still