Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 925

In fact, when the bullet was inserted into his shoulder, Harold was wondering where Crystal got the gun.

Then he remembered that when they first met, he gave his gun to Crystal. But now, she was holding the black pistol tightly with extreme hatred in her eyes.

Perhaps it was because she was too nervous, or perhaps it was because she didn't have much experience. The distance was so close that it could easily penetrate Harold's belly or heart, but her hands were shaking so much that when the gun landed on Harold's shoulder blade, the white cloth stained red.

Crystal had never experienced such a vivid and intense feeling of hatred before. It was a revelation to her that this was what hatred truly felt like. When this emotion surged within her, she genuinely wish he would die.

The corners of her finally healed lips were bitten through again. She gently licked the blood from the corner of her lips and slowly raised her hand. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at Harold's heart. It had been too long since she had spoken, and her voice was hoarse, but the amusement could still be heard. "Harold... go to hell." 0

Go to hell.

and accompany my

lodged closely into Harold White's shoulder blade,

dodged it before the gun rang. In his opinion,

collide with the wall and create a loud noise. However, he didn't even spare a glance for it. He dropped to one knee on the bed, firmly gripping Crystal's chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. His laughter carried a hint of bloodlust as he

but this time, she did not

licked his canine teeth and smiled.

unaffected, as if he couldn't feel it at all. He approached Crystal, leaning over her with his gaze lowered,

raised her hand and slowly touched