Chapter 755
When Harold White walked out of the iron gates of his villa, it was already dusk. It was 9 o'clock in the evening, the busiest and most bustling time in the city. Far in the distance, the traffic on the overpass flowed like a river, neon lights flickered, and the bustling atmosphere of the city overwhelmed the coldness of the basement.
Standing in the cold autumn wind, he took a deep breath and lit a cigarette.
"Do you believe Leo's words?" Luke asked in a low voice.
Harold did not answer the question. He took a drag from his cigarette as the nicotine and tar mixing and rolling through his lungs, but it still couldn't calm the bone-chilling cold. He threw away the cigarette and shoved his hands into his coat pockets, saying, "Let's go back."
Luke didn't say anything more. He went forward to open the door and drove in the direction of Flower Land. When they passed through a downtown area full of shops, Harold suddenly said, "Send Leo away."
"Send him to a place where I will never see him again."
Luke was shocked. "But he..."
Harold closed his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and said calmly, "Do as I say."
"I don't want to kill him."
The traffic was terrible on the road, and Harold White didn't arrive at Flower Land until 11 o'clock. He wasn't surprised to find the room in complete darkness, knowing that Crystal was probably already asleep. However, before he could turn on the lights, he heard the voice of the young girl. "Why did you take so long to come back? I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Immediately, a soft body embraced him, and all the coldness in his heart seemed to dissipate with this warmth. He smiled and picked up Crystal while saying, "Didn't I tell you not to wait for me?"
Crystal yawned and rested her head on his shoulder, saying, "I think I've caught the 'can't sleep without a partner' illness too... Hmm, don’t turn on the lights. Let's go to the balcony upstairs. I want to show you something special!"
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