Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 959

Chapter 959

The workroom was divided into two halves by a one-way glass wall. Inside the room, people could see the outside, and the room outside was meant for guests. The room inside was for one to slack-Crystal thought so when it was renovated. At this moment, Dora was sitting on the sofa outside and calling someone. In the inner room separated by a one-way glass, Crystal was slowly taking out a brand-new leather ruler from the drawer. When she saw Dora from the corner of her eyes, she realized where the strangeness came from since she first came in.

She stood up and saw Harold standing at the desk with an indifferent expression on his face. He kept his hands in his pockets. Because of his height, he was used to looking down at others. For some reason, he was a little distant.

Like a cloud floating in the sky, it was erratic and elusive.

At this moment, she was standing inside with Harold. Dora was alone in the outer room, so it seemed that they were having an affair. If they were seen by someone else, Crystal felt that she would definitely be beaten to death as a mistress. However, Crystal did not care. As long as she could take away Harold's life, she could do anything.

"Master White, why don't you take off your clothes?" Crystal pulled the soft leather ruler and smiled. "Didn't I say that it'd be more accurate after you take everything off?"

Harold looked at her indifferently, loosened his tie, and then took off his coat. "You can measure like this." Crystal raised her eyebrows. "What's wrong, Master White? Are you afraid that I'll take advantage of you?" Harold frowned and seemed a little impatient. Crystal stopped going further. She stepped forward with the leather ruler in her hand and wrapped it around Harold's thin waist. The distance between Crystal and his chest was very close. As long as she looked up, she could see the man's well-defined jawline. His jawline was as sharp as an unsheathed knife, which was really cold.

As they got closer, the fragrance of fir became stronger. The soft expression on Crystal's face became cold for a moment, and then she returned to her original appearance in an instant. She pulled away a little distance and looked at the data on the leather ruler. She said with a teasing smile, "...77 centimeters, your waist is very thin."

Harold looked down at her and said, "Thank you."

Crystal wrote down this data on the notebook and tried to measure the width of his shoulders.

This man's body proportions could be said to be perfect. His upper body was long and slender, and his legs were long. He was thin but muscular, and his explosive power was extremely strong. Crystal admitted that she was no match for Natalie. However, if Natalie were to fight against Harold, even if she had a gun, she would only be able to deal with Harold for fifteen minutes at most.

Crystal had never seen Harold fighting before, but she had learned a lot of fighting skills in the past two years abroad. Her body was thin and her strength was limited. If she didn't have the talent for design, she wouldn't be able to get a place on the killer list. However, people like Harold could be called human-shaped weapons.

When she was measuring his chest, Harold raised his hands cooperatively. When Crystal was looking down at the data, she suddenly heard a knock on the glass door. She looked sideways and found that Dora was getting impatient from waiting. It was true that it was not necessary to key in the data for such a long time.

Harold didn't panic and remained calm. He didn't seem to realize that there was anything wrong with him and a new designer meeting his fiancee in such a secret space. Crystal cursed in her heart and said loudly, "Miss Evans, I'm sorry. A client just called me, so I was delayed a little."