Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 978

To be honest, Crystal wanted to laugh when she heard Mr. Lawson's words.

His words made it sound like there was no difference from that of the ancient emperors choosing concubines.

She held her chin and said with a smile, "Mr. Lawson, what you said is not right. Your daughters are young and beautiful. If I keep them by Master White's side, won't it ruin their future?"

Mr. Lawson was not afraid of being rejected by Crystal, but he was afraid that she would ignore him. Hearing what she said, he hurriedly said, "Miss Ramsey, since we have fate, let me make it clear for you. I am also a man, and I know that men tend to get fed up easily. As the saying goes, a wife is not as good as a mistress... Yes, Miss Ramsey, you do look outstanding, but you have been by Master White's side for four years. How can he still be interested? It's just a matter of time for him to be fed up..."

With a thud, the chopsticks in Crystal's hands landed on the table. She looked down at the pair of black wooden chopsticks and smiled. "That's true."

It was just that Mr. Lawson had thought too highly of Harold. It didn't take him four years to get tired of her. His love for her started in June and finally reached the limit in December. In just half a year's time, he had already changed so much.

Mr. Lawson didn't notice Crystal's mood. He thought that she had agreed and his eyes lit up. He said, "I knew that Miss Ramsey was a smart person. As long as you are willing to teach these two girls how to attract Master White's attention... you will definitely benefit a lot!"

looked at the twins for a while. "Are

White is the most distinguished man in City W. Of course

to this man, even if they didn't have a title, they could

-"Yes."

Crystal thought.

years, although Harold had given up on the White Group and allowed it to go bankrupt and reorganize, the industry under his name had developed rapidly. He already had an

everyone could resist such

people had tried to seduce him like she did? Was he playing hard to get with those

the intense killing intent in

he have to

in Ashside at midnight. She dreamed that she was covered in blood and crawled over from the dark corridor of the hospital. She cried so hard that her voice was hoarse. She questioned her mother again and again, "Why

clenched her

she was the most desperate at