Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 387

Chapter 387

In Flower Land, the doctor had been waiting for a long time. Crystal was pulled by the doctor for an examination. Harold leaned against the balcony and lit a cigarette.

He seldom smoked, let alone at home.

Luke looked at the extinguished sparks and knew that Harold must be in a very bad mood at this moment. He whispered, "Just now there was news from the park that someone took a helicopter and ran away.' Harold shook his cigarette and said lightly, "Continue the investigation."

"It must have something to do with the executives in the park that they could plan such a thing. They ran away in a hurry. I don't believe that we can't dig anything out."

Luke nodded and said, "Young Madam said that the woman who was killed was Miss Grett... This is very strange. I can't figure it out."

"The other party set such a trap in order to let Young Madam see with her own eyes that the woman she had met once died in front of her? This kind of intimidation method is too exaggerated, isn't it? After all, there are many ways to scare people to a mental breakdown. Why did they choose such a time-consuming and laborious method that is difficult to retreat?"

Harold leaned back against the railing, the smoke rising from his slender fingers. His expression was very cold. "It's not a threat."

Nicotine and tar rolled around in his lungs, his face became even colder. "It's a show of goodwill." "...What?" Luke was stunned.

The evening breeze blew Harold's hair in front of his forehead, revealing his sharp eyebrows. He took a drag on his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "As Crystal said, this is a gift for her."

Therefore, the other party did not care about time, energy, or even whether he would be exposed. He blew Jacqueline up in front of Crystal in a way that he thought was beautiful.

"Go back first," Harold said, "it's too late."

Luke nodded.

Harold finished a cigarette on the balcony alone. After the smell of the cigarette had been blown away by the cold wind, he walked into the living room. Crystal had just finished the examination. She leaned against the sofa and asked the doctor, "Doctor, is there something wrong with my brain after I got scared? My whole body is weak now, and I'm particularly listless..."

The doctor paused and said kindly, "Young Madam, you are sleepy."

Crystal,

He looked at the clock in the living room, which showed that it was nine o'clock in the evening. He said softly, "Young Madam, you have a good habit of sleeping early and getting up early." Crystal, "..." Crystal asked, "Am I really okay?"

"Young Madam, you're just frightened. You need to have a good rest."

Crystal sighed. "I thought there is something wrong with my brain and I could ask for a free ice cream."

The doctor was speechless.

Harold pressed down on her head and said, "Even if there's something wrong with your brain, I won't give you ice cream."

Crystal immediately became even more upset.

The doctor smiled and packed up his things. Harold said, "I'll give you a ride."

The doctor nodded and the two of them walked out of the door together. The doctor said, "Young Madam's condition is much better than I expected. Her acceptance ability seems to be better than that of ordinary people. You don't have to worry too much."

Harold nodded and said, "Thank you."

The doctor hurriedly asked him not to worry before leaving with the suitcase.

Harold stood at the door and blew the cold wind for a while. When he walked in, he caught Crystal eating ice cream.

Dana, the accomplice, stood at the side with a helpless look on her face. "... Didn't you say that you would only have two bites... Hey! Master White!"

Crystal froze.