Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 698

Antony gritted his teeth and said, “Harold has taken the whole watermelon away.”

He was standing at the door and watching him cut the watermelon into pieces with his own hands!

Freud was speechless.

He sat down on the chair and said, “It took me a lot of effort to get in here!”

Antony said. “Go and fight with him. Although I heard that he used to be very powerful, he is no longer a young. man in his early twenties. Heroes come from a young age. He is definitely no match for you!”

Freud said, “If you want me to die, why don’t you just say it? Why did you come up with such a stupid idea?”

Antony said, “D*mn it! You haven’t eaten a single piece of your watermelon! Aren’t you angry?!”

Freud scratched his head and said, “Well, it’s not like I’m giving it to someone else to eat. I’m giving it to Crystal. Isn’t that why I brought this watermelon in the first place?”

Antony was speechless.

sadly, “You’re

“You’re a man. How can you

said gloomily, “I’m not talking

is it then?”

“Do you think that Crystal

say I’m beyond help, but they’re engaged. Isn’t it normal for them to have a good relationship?” Antony sneered, ‘It’s not your sister, of course, you won’t be worried. It’s not your own hard-earned cabbage that was rooted

immediately stood up and said, “I’ll go downstairs and tell Master White that he’s a pig that

hey, hey, Freud!” Antony quickly pulled him back. “When did you learn

out a smoke ring and said, “Be serious. I

“What?”

from his jacket pocket and said, “One of my friends is responsible for Elvira’s autopsy. This thing was found in

become a little more serious.

the kraft paper was a bright red painted seal,

the letter. There was only a card in it. The bottom of the card was black, and the

the card and saw a bright red poppy flower

kind of flower was really amazing. Even if they didn’t know what it represented, just looking at it made

on the flower as he said, “This is

understood why Freud’s expression was so

to blast and cut off people’s throat. He seemed to regard himself as a judge. Anyone who died in his hands would be