Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 960

Hearing this, Dora said, "So that's how it is... Miss Ramsey, is it convenient for me to come in?"

Crystal looked up at Harold and smiled with her eyes curved. She said softly, "Master White, your fiancee asked if it's convenient for her to come in now."

Harold said, "Are you sure you want me to tell her?"

"..." Crystal thought, "I shouldn't have compared my face with this person's. He is so thick-skinned that no one can compare with him."

Crystal didn't want to be targeted by Dora. Although this person was stupid and bad, she had been highly respected over the past few years. The Evans family and the White family were both her paths of retreat. It wouldn't do her any good to offend Dora now.

As she thought about this for a few seconds, Harold bent slightly and looked into Crystal's eyes. Crystal subconsciously wanted to move away, but the man's hand had already pressed down on the back of her head. He bent over, and his gaze was the same as Crystal's. However, the arrogance in his eyes did not change at all. "What's wrong? You have the guts to seduce me but you don't have guts to deal with my fiancee?"

"..." For Crystal, being pressed on the back of her head was like a cat being pinched on the back of its neck. It was a movement with a strong desire to control, which represented absolute subdue and could not be resisted.

She made up her mind and grabbed Harold's tie, forcing him to lower his head. She licked her canine teeth and said, "Yes, Master White's fiancee is so fierce. I'm scared. If she catches me, kills me or sells me... It's terrible."

If Crystal wanted to, she could show a look that made all men want to protect her. For example, at this time, when she looked up, her long and curly eyelashes curved into a beautiful arc. Under her thin eyelids, there were tears in her dark eyes, which were like the misty rain in March, delicate and charming.

Her plump, red, and tender lips were slightly bit by her snow-white teeth, sinking a little bit, which made people suspect that they would make her skin bleed if they used a little more strength.

The woman named Poppy was really like a poppy, stunningly beautiful. She was very clear about her beauty and knew what she wanted with her beauty. She also knew how to make people unable to get rid of her.

She was a demonic flower rooted in the bones, with flesh as the soil and blood as the forest.

With a bang. Crystal was pressed on the desk. Her upper body was pressed against the wooden table, and her body was almost bent to 90 degrees. Harold bent down and looked at her with her chin in his hand. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"Why don't I see you scared?"

Outside, Dora did not hear any reply. Confused, she knocked on the door again. "Miss Ramsey?"

Harold said maliciously, "Miss Ramsey, didn't you hear someone calling you outside the door?"

Crystal's breathing quickened. She looked away and did not look at Harold, afraid that this wolf-like sharp man would see the undisguised killing intent in her eyes. She answered Dora calmly, "Miss Evans, it's too messy inside. There are a lot of cloth piled up. You'd better not come in, lest you dirty your dress." Dora was wearing a white dress today. If it was stained, it would be obvious. When she

heard this, she hesitated for a moment, but she was still a little confused."... It's nothing. I seemed to have heard a sound just now. Miss Ramsey, did something happen to you?"

"What can happen to me?" Crystal thought.

I was just being played around on the table by your fiance.

She stared at Harold and suddenly grabbed his tie to force him to lower his head. Then, she also got up and bit Harold's lips. Instantly, blood was dripping. Crystal raised her eyebrows and said, "Didn't you hear that? Did my beauty turn you into a fool?