Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire
Chapter 98

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Chapter 98

In the wide conference room, a group of high-level officials were sitting upright. Looking at the PPT being interrupted, they heard a sweet, soft, and somewhat unhappy voice of the little girl from the loudspeaker. "Why didn't you accept my request?"

The secretary in charge of playing the PPT felt weak in her legs and almost fell down. She trembled and said, "I, I accidentally picked up the call..."

This PPT was a secret file, and it was cast from Harold's phone. When she saw an unfamiliar number calling, she wanted to ask Harold about it. However, her hand trembled and she actually picked it up! It was actually a girl on

e other end of the line. Who didn't know that Harold wasn't close to a woman? This call must be a harassing one!

The senior executives who had participated in the meeting before looked at each other in speechless despair.

This voice sounded a

le familiar.

The secretary's heart was filled with despair. She felt that her stable job would most likely be in vain. After all, she had made such a big mistake, and Harold had always been cold and indifferent.... After pulling the chair aw

Harold stood up and walked toward his desk. The secretary's heart was beating like a drum as she thought to herself, "Could it be that Master White is so angry that he wants to hit me directly?"

The man leaned over slightly, and the

his phone from her side.

The secretary was speechless.

Secretary closed her eyes in fear. Then-she saw Harold taking

Harold sat back on his chair lazily. He turned his head and indicated for Luke to re-project the screen. Luke nodded and said, "The meeting will go on."

The secretary breathed a sigh of relief and thought, "Maybe Master White is in a good mood today, so he doesn't care about it."

The crowd talked about the company's plans. The big boss, Harold, leaned against the chair and slacked off. He replied to Crystal's words, "What request?"

Crystal heard a little sound from the other side, and her voice became much softer. "Are you in a meeting?"

"Yeah." Harold didn't mention that she had made a fool of herself in the conference room. He asked, "What's wrong?"

"I added you on WhatsApp half an hour ago. Why didn't you accept me?"

Harold paused and said, "Is that person named 'Coco' you?"

Crystal replied, "That's right!"

“.....” Harold said, "I thought she was someone selling pork fodder." Crystal, "??"

Harold said, "Change your name, or I won't accept."

Crystal felt wronged. "Why?"

This name sounded nice.

Harold tapped on the table with his slender fingers and said, "Although I have my own industry in many fields, I don't plan to open a pig farm at the moment, CoCo." Crystal retorted, "... It doesn't sound like that at all! You're being biased!"

"If that's not the case, you sound like a sweet potato seller." Harold said, "The owner of the food. wholesale market is probably called this name."

Crystal hung up the phone angrily, and Harold laughed. In the eyes of others, it was creepy. One of the senior executives couldn't help but say, "Master White... do we have the intention of selling sweet potatoes and pork fodder recently? Do you need me to check the price and other things in recent years so that we can make further plans?"

Harold looked up at him and said, "No need. I've found the person in charge."

When Crystal became disobedient, he would ask her to open a pig farm and then work part-time to sell sweet potatoes.

Harold imagined for a moment and felt that Crystal would probably cry.

At this moment, his phone rang. He saw a new friend request on WeChat: Hello, I'm Niannian Le.