Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 927

When the two staff members of the detention center were in a daze, the pale-faced man, who was like an evil ghost, sneered. His fingers with clear joints paused at the corner of the girl's eyes and said, "Do you think you can do it?"

Then he pushed Crystal away with his strong wrist. Crystal fell in the snow, and her hands were covered with cold and soft snow. The two staff members quickly clasped Crystal and took her to the detention center.

Crystal had just had a miscarriage and was only wearing a loose long sleeve, which made her look more beautiful. She staggered and her black hair was in a mess due to the wind. No one could recognize that she was the little princess whom Harold doted on in the past.

The sky was covered with mud from the clouds, and the moon was also covered with dust.

Larry rushed over when he heard the news and happened to see this scene. Although he had always asked Harold to stay away from Crystal, he still felt uncomfortable when he saw the girl's thin back. He closed his eyes and turned to see a large amount of blood on Harold's chest. He immediately asked, "What's wrong with you?"

but asked, "Have you brought any

he immediately saw that Harold had been shot. Instead of going to the hospital, he

to slap the man to death and said grumpily, "Still

finish his words, Crystal, who had been taken to the gate of the detention center, suddenly turned around. Her face was paler than snow, and her lips were no longer as beautiful as they used to be. She was like a wilted flower, but when she looked

but he could

"Harold, if I die, the Seamless Hell will be waiting for you." ■I

his mouth and wanted to say something, but he suddenly heard a loud noise. Larry subconsciously turned around and saw that the detention center was instantly engulfed by the fire. Thick smoke billowed and

moment, Larry couldn't hear clearly. When he came to his senses, the fire was already on. He took a

his eyelashes and

the cigarette, and Harold took out a cigarette to light it up. The orange sparks did not warm his face at all. His eyes reflected a great fire, and he said calmly,

the car, his eyes were about to split open, but it was too late. He had no time to