Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Larry let out a muffled laugh and said, “Cyril still thinks that his luck is yet to come.”

Beside him, Crystal asked curiously, “Cyril… Is he the one who knew that Master White was dead and held a party that night?”

Larry couldn’t help laughing. “Yes, yes, it’s him. How did you offend him? That night, he even opened several bottles of wine. He spent a lot of money just to celebrate your death.”

Harold glanced at him and said lightly, “I’ll send him down and it will be your turn after that so that you can ask him.”

Larry restrained his smile and said, “I think it’s good to be alive. Can’t I ask him when I’m alive? You can send him away.”

Crystal finished eating the potato chips, folded the bag, and threw it into the trash can. Suddenly, Harold raised his hand and wiped the corners of her mouth. “How old are you? The food still stuck. to your face after you eat.”

Crystal wiped the corner of her mouth and her delicate skin turned red. She asked, “Anything else?” “It’s gone.” Harold took back his hand, picked up the document that Larry had brought, and signed his name on it. His name was written like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing, with an iron and

silver hook.

Larry stood up and said, “Well, since you have plans, I won’t interfere. It’s interesting to see your second branch messing around. I’m very curious. Although your father and Mark are not born by the same mother, their father is the same. Why is there such a big gap between them?”

The corners of Harold’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “Is there a gap? He’s not even as good as

Mark.”

When he mentioned his biological father, not to mention the disrespectful tone, it was already a good thing that he didn’t ridicule his father.

Larry did not continue this topic and said, “Okay, I’m leaving.”

He turned to Crystal and said with a smile, “Do you want to go play with me? I’ll go to the Ocean Park. this afternoon.”

Hearing this, Crystal was extremely excited. “I… Uh!”

Harold covered Crystal’s mouth and said, “She’s allergic to seafood. She won’t go.”

“…” Larry’s shoulders trembled with laughter. “It’s not until today that I know that someone with seafood allergy is not even allowed to go to Ocean Park. I’ve learned a lot.”