Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 917

Chapter 917

Dora wanted to ask more questions. "Crystal is your younger sister. Am I not?"

But she couldn't.

She had always been a gentle, poor, and generous person, so she shouldn't have asked such aggressive questions.

Danny frowned and glanced at Marcus. Marcus shrugged his shoulders and said that although he had let Antony go, he did not expect that he had really brought Crystal out.

Daxton gave Antony a solemn look and said, "I don't think she has any room for negotiation on this matter."

Antony didn't seem to notice the warning in her father's words. She shook Crystal's hand and said softly, "Go."

Crystal walked up to Harold step by step.

It was obvious that she was standing and he was sitting, but the way he looked at her was still high and mighty. Crystal could not look down on her.

She was only 19 years old this year. In the first eighteen years, she had been living in a small village, where there were beautiful mountains and clear waters. There might be annoying people and disgusting things, but there were no sinister plots that could shatter someone to pieces. She was suddenly dragged into City W, a prosperous and rich place. It seemed to be out of place. Her innocence had become her fatal weakness.

No one knew how much courage she poured into each step as she approached Harold, and no one knew what she was thinking in that moment. In the vast ballroom, the only sound that could be heard was Crystal's footsteps, clear and distinct.

She looked at Harold for a while, her face as pale as the snow in the sky. Then she pulled down the scarf and asked, "Are you going to marry Dora?"

Harold didn't reply immediately, which made Dora's heart skip a beat.

She knew how much Harold doted on Crystal before. However, she was afraid that when Harold's feelings for Crystal were restored, she, Dora, would become a complete joke.