Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 678

Chapter 678

The water droplets on the tip of Dora’s nose dripped down. She hurriedly raised her hand to wipe them away and forced herself to calm down. “If you don’t want money, what do you want then?”

“Before we talk about the deal, why don’t you have a look at my sincerity first?” Bud snapped his fingers, and someone immediately dragged a sack in.

Even if Dora didn’t have any experience, she could tell that inside was a person… or rather, a corpse.

Dora’s entire body turned cold.

Someone opened the sack, revealing Elton’s pale and green face. Dora’s expression was extremely ugly. “What do you mean by this?”

“The only person in the world who can keep this a secret is the dead,” the man said. “This is my sincerity. I don’t know if this can satisfy you, Miss Evans?”

“What exactly are you trying to do?!” Dora was on the verge of collapsing. She abruptly stood up and stared at Bud. “Don’t beat around the bush. Just say it!”

“Since that’s the case.” Bud stretched his body and leaned back, revealing a smile. “Let’s talk about the deal.”

Crystal had lost all of her tokens in the arcade, and then followed Harold to eat hot pot. She ordered the tomato soup because the doctor suggested that she should eat less spicy food.

Crystal looked at the spicy soup next door, then looked at her tomato soup and comforted herself, “At least they are all red…”

Harold picked up the cooked shrimp and put it into her bowl, saying, “If you don’t eat now, when we get back to base tomorrow you’ll only be able to eat communal pot dishes.”

Crystal raised her hand. “I have some questions.”

“Go ahead.”

Crystal said seriously, “I’m injured. Can I eat something else?”

Harold said, “Obviously, you can’t.”

Crystal muttered, “Why can’t I exercise my special privilege at this time?”

Harold laughed. “You’re trying so hard just to get something to eat?”

“As the saying goes, ‘Food is the paramount necessity of the people”.” Crystal Evans poked a piece of shrimp with her chopsticks, blew on it, put it in her mouth, and mumbled, “So, can I do it?”

Harold gave the beef in the pot to her and said, “Maybe.”

Crystal immediately widened her eyes. “What do you mean by maybe?”