Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Crystal felt that she no longer wanted to talk to Harold.

She was good at Geography, but she had encountered an earthquake when she was around three or four years old. Everyone ran out of the house and no one remembered to take the little girl with them. Perhaps they remembered, but they just hoped that she would die in the earthquake. Fortunately, the earthquake wasn't serious. Only the old part of the houses was destroyed, and Crystal survived. But in the end, it left a little psychological shadow in her mind.

After teasing her, Harold bent down and picked her up, which made Crystal angry, "What are you doing?!"

"We have ceramic tiled floor here. Aren't you cold?"

Crystal curled up her toes and felt it was indeed quite cold.

Harold carried her back to their room. The clothes she had changed last night had been washed and dried. Crystal put on her clothes and shoes, washed her face, and went downstairs with Harold. Aimee was the best stylists in the industry, and she could get in touch with a lot of fashion resources. Many celebrities had become even shinier thanks to her hands. Even if a famous actress wanted her service, she had to make the appointment half a year in advance. But today, the stylist. had arrived early in the morning and waited downstairs for nearly two hours without any complaints. In fact, when she received the phone call, she was stunned. She was even more confused when she successfully entered the gate of Flower Land.

She had never thought that she would be able to visit a place like Flower Land in this life. She could be proud of this achievement until she died.

However, having been in the circle for so many years, she knew that there were many things she couldn't ask or look at more. So after she came in with the team, she just delivered ginger greetings. and didn't dare to look at her client's appearance at all.

The sound of slippers clattering down the stairs came, and Aimee heard the soft voice of a young girl. "I'm a little hungry."

"Breakfast is here. It's on the table." The man's voice was low and casual. "Check if it's still hot." Crystal went to the dining table and saw that it was pumpkin and millet porridge, as well as some sandwiches with soup. All was still warm.

As she ate, she looked at those silent people and asked Harold, "Who are they?"

"They're selling clothes."

The top stylist team in the city was speechless.

Crystal took a sip of porridge. "They still do door-to-door selling these days?"

"Hmm," Harold replied. "It's not easy to sell clothes these days, indeed."

Everyone was speechless.

"After breakfast, go and see if you like them," Harold said, "Otherwise, people will think that I am torturing you. You don't even have decent clothes."

Crystal pouted, "No one dares to say anything about you. I know that."

Harold's reputation was even more terrifying than Corey's. Who dared to say anything about him? Harold raised his eyebrows. "Have you learned how to talk back?"

Crystal took a piece of tissue to wipe her mouth, "I'm just telling the truth. If you got mad, you're

mean."

Well done. She learned how to retort.

Crystal stood up and walked to the living room. There she saw several rows of clothes in all kinds of styles lining up waiting for her. Almost all of them were from well-known luxury brands.

"Good morning, Miss." Aimee timely said, "My name is Aimee. I don't know what style you like, so I brought some. Take a look, please. Do you like any of them? If not, we can also deliver more here..." "Hello." Crystal said, "I think they are all very beautiful."

At first, Aimee thought that this girl was so spoiled that she might be very unruly and willful. Unexpectedly, she was so polite. Aimee couldn't help raising her head to take a look of her face.