Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 971

Chapter 971

Mason thought about it and said, "It's indeed inappropriate."

He looked at Natalie and said, "Either you take me as a woman and overcome it, or you take yourself as a man. There is no other way."

Natalie was speechless.

Fortunately, before running away, Natalie threw the gun in her bag into the crowd. Otherwise, she would not be able to explain it clearly at this time. She looked embarrassed as Mason searched her body. "Police officer, I have said that we are good citizens who abide by the law."

Mason looked at the "Overbearing President Falling in Love with Me" that he found in her bag. He paused and said, "Indeed, ordinary terrorists won't read this kind of stupid thing."

For a moment, Natalie didn't know whether she should be happy with Mason's approval or angry with Mason's slander.

"There's nothing suspicious." Mason shrugged to Antony and said, "They are all daily necessities."

Freud asked, "Are they really innocent?"

Antony's brows were tightly knitted together as he said, "It's very strange for them to appear here."

Mason nodded in agreement.

"Then what should we do?" Freud asked.

"Bring them back," Antony said. "Find out who they are and get their family members to bring them back." Crystal."?!"

Natalie."?!"

Natalie almost cursed. Fortunately, Crystal quickly covered her mouth to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Antony took a few steps closer and raised his eyelids. "Now we're going to carry out a basic investigation on you."

"Name."

"My name is Cherry Ramsey." Natalie raised his hand.

Crystal said, "My name is Poppy Ramsey."

Freud was amused. "Such weird names."

Natalie maintained her composure and said, "It's our parent's fault that they gave us such names."

Antony said, "Age."

"Twenty-two," Natalie said.

"Both of you are 22?" Freud was puzzled. "You don't look like twins, do you?"

"We were adopted by our parents from the orphanage," Natalie said.

No one knew how the number triggered Antony. He raised his head and looked at the two of them, and his tone became even more indifferent. "Place of origin."

"I'm from North Passland of Ashside," Crystal said softly, "I came back for work."

"What are you working as?"

"A designer," Crystal said, "I've recently opened a studio in City W. Today, I'm here because of customers' needs."

Antony's eyes became colder. He did not ask any more questions. He turned around and went back to the place where they had fought just now. He made a gesture to let Mason continue to ask. Freud was stunned. "What's wrong?"

Mason whispered, "Twenty-two years old, designer, what do you think is wrong?"

Freud's expression changed.

Mason sighed softly and said, "Antony must have remembered... If she is still alive, she should be about the same age as these two little girls."

Freud's eyes turned red in an instant.

-But the person who had passed away had no chance to see such a brilliant April sun anymore.

Mason sorted out his emotions for a while, and then

Antony continued to ask questions. Most of the questions were answered by Natalie, and Crystal replied casually.

She tilted her head and saw Antony leaning against a pine tree. He lowered his gaze and pulled down his black mask, revealing his exquisite facial features. He lit a cigarette in the forest. The orange-red sparks could not warm his face at all.

Crystal suddenly felt a sharp pain in her heart. The silent sadness was like a tide, drowning her in an instant.