Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 801

After returning in the evening, Crystal studied how to make the shells she picked up during the day into wind bells. Although she was not good with art, maybe it was because she had been working as a farmer since she was a child, she was pretty skillful at making these little things. After over an hour, she made a string of beautiful wind bells with shells.

Crystal rushed to show it to Harold. Seeing her eager eyes, Harold praised her for being talented. Crystal was very happy and hung up her hard work in the room. As a result, it was so noisy that she could not fall asleep at all at night, so she had to get up and put it away with dark circles under her eyes.

Maybe it was because Harold didn't do anything to her last night, Crystal woke up early the next day. After breakfast, she saw Larry sitting on the beach and looking at the sea in a daze. Crystal leaned over and asked, "Mr. Reynes? What's wrong with you?"

Larry seemed to have just woken up from a dream and was a little stunned."... It seems that I remembered what happened in the past, but I suddenly forgot all about it."

He looked behind Crystal and asked, "Where's Harold?"

"Call him." Crystal frowned and felt a little depressed. "He has been really busy recently."

had been killed yesterday, so he was actually very worried. However, he was naturally optimistic and said, "Recently, the White Group has been on the verge of collapse and those people are almost done dealing with it. It's normal for him to be busy

"Those people?"

There are traitors in the company.

looked at him

for a moment and said, "Should

stretched, saying, "It's always hard to guess what he is thinking. I can't say for sure, but even if he goes bankrupt, he will definitely be able

Crystal,"..."

"Don't you know that beating someone's head will make one

some groundless folk legends." Larry's fringe was blown by the salty sea breeze, revealing his smooth forehead. His eyes and brows were unique. It was obvious that he

was a poor

She stood on the chair and patted Larry's head three times. "I'm a superstitious person. You're not allowed

that you