Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Looking at Dora, Antony felt that he was probably crazy.

Crystal had chosen to return to this city for fame and money. No matter what happened, she should be responsible for herself. He had almost had a dispute with his father just because of her. What's more, it would be a pity for Dora when he did this. If his little sister knew why he had a conflict with their father, she would definitely be upset.

The girl felt so insecure. Ever since Crystal'd returned, she had been worrying about gains and losses.

"It's nothing," Antony said, "Didn't Dad want me to join the company before? I'm not interested. My brother's already worked there like a fish in water. If I join now, won't I make trouble for him?" "It's for your own good that Dad asked you to join the company. You're about to graduate from college. You have to replace a job," said Dora.

"Right," Antony said, "I'm good. I'll go back first. You should rest early as well."

"Good night, Antony," nodded Dora.

Antony waved his hand and walked away along the corridor.

Dora's face instantly turned malevolent.

In fact, she had come here a long time ago.

She had come to replace out Daxton's attitude toward this. She hadn't expected Antony to come a step ahead of her. She had been listening to their conversation from outside the door. How could she not know why Antony was arguing with Daxton?

Crystal... The girl had only been back for a few days, and Antony, who had hated her so much before, had already gone to plead with his father for her sake!

Dora clutched the hem of her blouse tightly, coldly thinking, "It would be best if that lunatic Corey could torture Crystal to death. That way, I wouldn't have to do it myself."

Crystal welcomed the warm sunlight when she comfortably woke up from the spacious and soft bed. She rolled one round and realized that Harold was no longer here. She got up and heard some rumbling noise downstairs. Worriedly, she didn't even have time to wear her shoes before running to the stairs on the second floor.

There were many people and many new things downstairs. Harold was sitting on the sofa and saying something. He saw her from the corner of his eye. "Oh, you're up."

Crystal nodded with her messy long hair.

"Just in time. Come down and take a look," said Harold.

"Oh." Just as Crystal was about to go downstairs, Harold thought of something and jolted up. "Wait." Crystal stood there in confusion, watching Harold going upstairs. Because he was at home, he was wearing a loose black shirt. He didn't look as serious as when he was wearing formal clothes. Now, he had some kind of different sexiness.

Harold looked down at her, asking, "Are you going to meet people like this?"

Only then did Crystal realize that she was wearing Harold's T-shirt, and she didn't even wear underwear!

Crystal was completely baffled.

Her cheeks blushed hard. "I just woke up. I forgot."

Harold's gaze landed on her pearly tender toes. "You didn't even want to wear shoes?"

"I heard sounds downstairs and thought it was an earthquake. I was in a hurry and I forgot the shoes," explained Crystal.

Now, Harold was speechless.

He bent slightly and looked at the girl. "I said you're a little idiot, and now it's true that you're a little idiot."

Crystal was unhappy. "I was just sleepy."

Harold tugged at the silly hair on top of her head. "Is this your antenna? Are you using this to get in touch with your mother planet?" Crystal glared at him. "Don't pull my hair."

Then, she realized that Harold just called her an alien. She then said, "I'm just like you. We're both carbon-based creatures."

"It doesn't seem like it. If you were from Earth, you should know that this city has never suffered an earthquake before, shouldn't you?" Crystal was speechless.