Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

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Chapter 934

The snow in City W this year was particularly heavy. At the end of the year, the open space outside was full of

snowmen of all sizes.

Harold sat in the office and looked at the living creatures outside the French window. In the flying snow, cars were

galloping, and the crowd was making noise. There was a couple downstairs who was leaning against each other

eating a hot sweet potato, and there was a mother squatting, playing snow with her child in the distance. An old

man was sitting on a bench, holding a cane with both hands and watching the snow quietly somewhere further

away.

"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a knock on the door, and Harold said, "Come in.”

"Brother." Clint walked in with a stack of documents in his hand. "These are the acquisition cases we talked about

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before... Are you really going to announce that the White Group has gone bankrupt?"

Harold casually touched his chin and said indifferently, "The company has already been empty. Don't you think you

can fill in the hole with money?"

Clint naturally knew that Harold would let those people with ulterior motives destroy the White Group step by step.

He just didn't understand. The White Group could be said to have been single-handedly pulled up by Harold. Why

would he give up so easily now?

He had asked Luke about this matter, but Luke, a smiling tiger, was best at hiding the truth. He only said that it was

a compensation. If the White Group fell, it would be a win-win situation.

These words were very confusing, but Clint was naturally intelligent. He could tell that there was something unusual

about it, but there were still some things that he couldn't figure out. That was why he wanted to ask Harold directly.

Harold stood up from the leather chair. There was a heater in the office, and he was only wearing a thin black shirt,

which made him look thinner.

After all, he had been shot twice in three months. Even an iron man couldn't stand it. Looking at his elder brother's

face, which was sharper than before, Clint felt that he was colder and more insidious than before. In the past, there

was still a bit of warmth in him, but now he was completely out of the mortal world.

"... That's right." Clint seemed to have thought of something. "Miss Evans came to see you today."

Harold had no expression on his face. "For?"

"You won't be able to hold a wedding ceremony for the time being, so she wants to bring you out to see her

friends." B

Harold said coldly, "Am I very free?"

"Then I'll turn her down?" Clint whispered, "Brother, since you don't like her, why did you..."

"It doesn't matter who I'm with." Harold took the acquisition case from his hand, signed his name with a pen, and

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said, "The Evans family is the best marriage partner."

Clint didn't say anything else. He took the signed acquisition case and left.

When Harold got off work, he was in a trench coat. When he was about to get in the car, he saw a child holding a

candied fruit and falling down in the snow. She protected her candied fruit even when he fell.

Harold picked up the little girl. This child was not afraid of Harold. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome." Harold shook off the snow on her hair and said, "Go find your mother. Don't run around alone."

The child hesitated for a moment and stuffed the candied fruit into Harold's hand. "Thank you, I'll treat you to

candied fruit. I'll get my Mom to buy me another one!”

After that, she skipped away and threw herself into a woman's arms. The woman smiled at him kindly and left with

the child.

Harold stood in the snow with a candied fruit in his hands, which were covered by a pair of black leather gloves. He

narrowed his eyes and turned his fingers slightly. The hawthorn wrapped in a layer of candied fruit looked crystal

clear under the sunlight. For a moment, he thought of someone's eyes.

In the cold winter of September, it snowed heavily. Another year had passed.

In the distance, it was spring that he had once bid farewell to.

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