Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 730

Chapter 730

It wasn't until the evening that Crystal finally finished tracing out the general embroidery pattern, and mending was much more difficult than embroidering. She yawned as she was led downstairs by Harold for dinner.

Dana knew that she had worked hard. The dinner was very sumptuous. There were stewed beef, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed fish, fried shrimp, shrimp paste chicken wings, and stir-fried spinach placed on the table. Just as Crystal picked up a shrimp, Harold's cell phone suddenly rang.

He picked up the phone and heard the other party say something. He frowned slightly and then said, "Got it. I'll be right there."

"Crystal, I have something to do. You enjoy yourself." Harold stood up and touched her hair. "If I come back late, you should go to bed first."

"Are you in a hurry?" Crystal blinked her eyes.

"Yes, I'm in a hurry," Harold said.

Crystal got up and took the windbreaker hanging on the cloak hanger to put on it for him. She muttered, "It's a little cold outside. You have to wear thicker."

Harold bent down and kissed her on the corner of her mouth. "Go eat."

The black motorcade drove on the winding highway, like a giant steel beast roaring in the middle of the night, tearing apart the peace and quiet, the vast forest, and the green forest in the eastern suburb of City W. The rushing river passed through the foot of the mountain, and the sound of the water washing against the stone was particularly loud. It seemed to be an ominous sign mixed with the sound of the engine o the car.

"Psst!" The sound of tires rubbing against the ground made people's teeth sore. The motorcade stopped at a car repair shop on the side of the road. The doors of more than a dozen cars opened at the same time, and a group of strong men in black got out.

Harold lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette. The spark at night was particularly obvious.

Luke said, "When our people replace his trace, they surround this place and ensure that not even a fly can fly out."

Harold looked at the store and smiled inexplicably. "He's made great achievements. It's a waste of talent for him to repair cars on the roadside."

For a moment, Luke didn't know whether his words were really a pity or ridicule.

The sound of the military boots stepping on the ground was slow and low. Someone opened the door, revealing the dim light inside.

The place was not big, and there were several cars waiting to be repaired. The smell of oil and rust filled this narrow place. A small folding table was placed next to the car. A man in a fitting vest was eating. There was a dish of spiced beef and a dish of peanuts on the table. There were two bottles of beer beside him. When he heard the voice, he didn't raise his head and said, "It's already closed. Come back to repair your car tomorrow."

Harold walked in and smiled. "It seems that repairing cars has made you completely forget the basic vigilance."

"..." The man's action of picking up food paused, and the chopsticks in his hands fell to the ground with a click.

He slowly turned his head, revealing a face full of beard. His body, which was more vigorous than that of ordinary people, was definitely not something that could be trained in the gym. Every bit of bulging muscle had a strong explosive power.

But at this moment, his pupils contracted, and the veins on the back of his hand were exposed. His waist and abdomen were straight, and his body leaned forward slightly, which represented fear and high vigilance.

Harold didn't seem to notice anything strange about him. He looked around and said, "You're really capable. We've been looking for you over the years, but you're hiding right outside City W. I don't know if you're bold or that you're not scared of dying."