Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 35

Chapter 35

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Claire shoved Crystal's shoulder hard. "Who do you think you are? Master White just took you out on the spur of the moment. Men like new things. Even if you are a country bumpkin, he will throw you away like a bag of garbage soon!"

If it were anyone else, they wouldn't probably stand it, but Crystal was different. She was very calm. "Then, why doesn't Master White like you while you're so outstanding?"

She asked it sincerely. After all, Claire was indeed beautiful. Why didn't Master White like her? Claire was on the verge of going mad. This wicked girl dared to mock her! "B*tch! What right do you have to look down on me!" Thinking of how Master White had taken care of her at the dining table, jealousy broke her reason. She held Crystal's shoulders with both hands, hating that she couldn't just squeeze the girl to death.

"Let go of me! It hurts!!!" Crystal cried out in pain.

"Let you go? Are you scared now? How dare a little mouse in the stinking ditch shout at me? I'll teach you a lesson today." The woman's face was full of malice, and the grip of her hands was getting stronger. She grabbed the back of Crystal's neck and tried to slam her against the wall. Crystal used all her strength to get rid of the woman and ran away. Claire's vicious curses chased after her. Crystal ran all the way and happened to meet Harold. She immediately threw herself into the man's arms as if he was her life savior. She felt so wronged.

"What happened?" Harold looked at the girl in his arms.

"Someone hit me and scolded me... Boohoo, so scary" Crystal began to cry again.

Harold's face darkened. "Don't cry. Speak properly. Who hit you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a waiter and Claire appeared at the corner. The waiter thought that things were not going well, so he didn't want to get involved in this matter.

"Are you hurt? Let me have a look." Harold frowned, and his anger was on the verge of erupting. Crystal pulled open the collar of her shirt pitifully. The man then saw the bruises on her white neck, and it was swelling up badly. At a glance, he could tell how cruel the other was to her.

There was a murderous look in Harold's eyes when he stared at Claire. That woman, as soon as Crystal left, also headed to the bathroom.

A look of panic appeared on Claire's face. She was utterly scared. Harold had never looked at her like this before.

Why! Why was he so partial to this country girl? What did she have that he liked?!

Crystal sobbed harder. "She first scolded me, and then began to push me. She also wanted to slam my head against the wall... What if I get mental damage... She's a bad woman."

"Master White, it's not like that. I didn't do anything." Claire tried her best to explain. "I just wanted to get familiar with Mrs. White... She unexpectedly went mad, saying that I was flirting with you. She even warned me to stay away from you."

This explanation was completely useless to Harold. There was a cold glint in his eyes. "Do you think. I'll buy it?"

Claire couldn't stand it anymore, and all her unwillingness turned into an angry roar. "Why don't you like me? What's wrong with me? I'm not better a stinky country bumpkin?!"

Hearing this, Crystal looked so angry. "Did you hear that? She always called me a country girl. She even said that I'm stinky!"

Harold wiped away the tears on her face with the back of his hand. The girl's face was always pink and tender, and now, she looked distressed. She must have suffered a great grievance to be this pitiful. "Hush, hush, don't cry. I'll help you get revenge now, okay?" Harold spoke as if he was coaxing a crying baby.