Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

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Chapter 38

Luke had been waiting for Harold in the private room. His boss hadn’t come back for a long time, and

he didn’t know what he was doing. But he wasn’t restless. Harold had always been careless and didn’t

care about trifles, though.

Naturally, Logan didn’t dare to have any objections. He came here with a sole purpose, and that was to

sign the contract. He didn’t care about anything else.

At this time, Crystal and Harold were walking on the street, which was full of pedestrians. She looked

back at the luxurious and high-end Dreamy Restaurant and sighed, “The owner of this place must be

super rich.”

“Why do you say that?” Harold asked.

Crystal said seriously, “A crab costs two hundred dollars. Isn’t it robbing?”

“Well, that crab isn’t only two hundred dollars,” Harold said. “If you want to know how much they earn a

day, I can ask Luke to ask them.”

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Crystal did not believe it. “This is their business confidential. Will they tell you?”

“Well, it’s my property. I don’t think it’s a business confidential.”

Crystal was stunned. Harold continued, “Yeah, I’m the owner of this place, whom you say is robbing

people’s money.”

How could she slip her tongue like that!

Crystal immediately used more of her clever little brain, craning toward him. “So… Can you sell two

crabs to me with two hundred dollars? One for me and one for you?”

“Your plan is really good.”

Crystal giggled. Her little white face looked particularly cute in the night. “Oh, Master White is so rich

and generous. He won’t care about my tiny pocket.”

Seeing her sweet smile, Harold was lost for a moment.

Crystal looked at the crowd and was pleasantly surprised. “I saw a man selling cotton candies just now.

Where has he gone?”

“How silly!”

Crystal felt wronged. “How could you blame me…”

“Yeah,” Harold placed his hands on her waist. The next second, he lifted her up in the air, making her

the tallest girl on the street.

Soon, she saw the vendor who was selling cotton candies.

“Do you see him now?” Harold asked.

Crystal nodded and admitted that she was really silly.

Harold put her down and wiggled his fingers. He roughly got her measures now. Her waist was too thin

that he could probably break it with a little force, right?

Crystal looked up at him. “You’re so tall. Is it particularly convenient for you when looking for

someone?”

“Yes, really convenient.”

“I envy with you. I’m nineteen years old now. Do you think I can grow more?” Crystal was full of

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expectation.

“No, you can’t.” Harold was really direct.

“…” Crystal seemed to hear the sound of her broken heart. “Can’t you be more tactful?”

“No matter how tactful I can be, it can’t change the fact that you are not tall,” Harold said, “You’ve

watched too many dramas, which have affected your development.”

Crystal hummed angrily. But when the cotton candy vendor came to her place inadvertently, her anger

dissipated.

She looked at the giant cotton candies with different flavors, and her mood was much better. “Sir, I want

strawberry and peach flavors.”

The peach cotton candy was for Harold, but he didn’t want to eat. Crystal just kept it for herself. While

she was eating happily, Harold’s cell phone rang. He was in no hurry to answer it as he just looked at

the caller ID lightly and then hung up. “You got the candy. We should go back.” Crystal nodded. There

was a dab or pink cotton candy on the corner of her mouth. “Are we going home soon?”

“Then where do you want to go?” Harold teased her, “How about going back to my altar and get some

free fruits?”

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