Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 711

Chapter 711

In Mrs. Lauren's office, Harold hung up the phone.

To be honest, at the beginning, Roland and Madam Warren were really scared. After all, the man's words were short and cold, carrying the disdain that came with constantly being in a position of power.

But soon, the two of them felt that he must be putting on an act. After all, if he really had power and influence, why did Kyle have to wear such shabby clothes?

Roland was still young so he was very one-sided when it came to matters. He said with a cold laugh, "What's wrong? You're still pretending to call my dad? Who doesn't know how to act?"

Harold didn't say anything. No matter how much he talked to someone like Roland, it would just be a waste of his breath. There was no need at all.

If it weren't for the fact that they were in school, someone who dared to jump around in front of him like that would have been dragged away by Luke long ago.

Madam Warren, however, was still somewhat doubtful. She asked Roland in a low voice, "Roland, your father didn't take me out very often... Think about it, did you and your father go to those banquets or something? Have you ever seen such a person?"

Roland said impatiently, "Do you really believe his trick? It looks like he's lying, okay?"

Madam Warren whispered, "Why don't I call your father and ask..."

Roland stared at her and said, "It's almost lunch break. You should know what he's doing now, right? If you call him at this time and get scolded, I won't help you."

Madam Warren's source of confidence came from being the mistress who took over the position of the official wife. She relied on her son for everything, but she didn't dare to interfere with what Miles did outside. After all, she couldn't really like an old man, she just wanted the status of being Madam Warren. So no matter how much Miles played outside, she never asked a question.

Hearing Roland's words, Madam Warren's hand, which was touching her phone, stopped and she said, "That's right... if I call your father for this kind of thing, he will definitely be angry." Roland wanted to cross his legs to look handsome, but because his body was covered with bandages, it was really difficult for him to do this posture. He gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't he just say that it would take half an hour? I'll wait half an hour then. I want to see if my father will come..."

The 18-year-old teenager stared at Crystal with a cold look and said, "If my dad doesn't come, send Kyle, Larissa, and this pretentious criminal to the police station together. As for this woman..." He smirked in a vulgar way and said, "I'll keep her around to play with."

Madam Warren didn't like Crystal very much. Perhaps people like them who relied on beauty to make a living didn't like people who looked better than themselves. But if her son wanted Crystal, she couldn't say anything. So she said, "Okay, okay, whatever you want."

Fortunately, Crystal didn't hear the conversation between the mother and son. Otherwise, she would have had goosebumps. She touched Harold's pocket and found a bag of small steamed buns. It was given by Mason when he left. She didn't eat it and stuffed it into Harold's coat pocket.

Anyway, there was nothing to do now. She tore open the bag in front of everyone and threw a small steamed bun into her mouth. Everyone looked at her.

Crystal hesitated. "Do you want to eat too?"

Everyone was speechless.

Crystal put the bag beside Larissa's hand and asked, "Do you want to eat it?"

Even Larissa was stunned.

On such a serious and horrible occasion, Kyle's sister actually ate steamed buns and asked her whether she was interested to eat them or not?!