Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 36

Chapter 36

After calming Crystal down, Harold walked over to Claire with pressure. “Did you just say that you wanted to befriend my wife?”

Her body shivered and she kept retreating until there was no way out. She looked up at Harold tremblingly, “Master White… Don’t be mad at me…”

Harold said coldly, “Slamming people’s heads against the wall is your way of befriending? Come on, show me right here.”

Claire was completely scared. She decided to reveal her true identity. “Master White, I am the eldest daughter of the Russu family. I’m the heiress. Aren’t you afraid that I…”

Harold sneered, “Do you think I’m scared of your family?” His eyes were full of disdain. “You’d better understand that your family is dependent on me, and your life is in my hands!”

“Master White…” Claire’s voice was filled with sobs.

“You offended me today. It gives me a reason to refuse to cooperate with the Russu family.” Harold drawled his voice. “If your family knew that you caused them to lose the chance to raise again, guess what they would do to you?”

Claire’s eyes were full of despair. If she didn’t have any value in the family, she was nothing more than a useless person. She was so scared. The man in front of her was getting more and more frightening.

Without that lot of land, her family members would definitely hate her to death. Even her father might hate her too!

She gritted her teeth and looked at Crystal. Clenching her fists, she suddenly took a step back and grabbed her neck to slam herself against the wall. Those who didn’t know the background story would think that she was crazy. How could a rich young lady hit her head at the wall like this? Claire Russu had been educated as a noble lady since she was a child. She was proficient in riding horses, playing chess, ballet performance, and many things else. And now, she was hitting herself against the wall like a madwoman. It was a big shame to her!

Crystal was perplexed. When the woman had hit herself around ten times, blood oozed down her cheek. She no longer looked arrogant, lowering her head to apologize. “Master White, I was wrong.”

Harold lowered his gaze, his face cold. “What else?”

Claire tried hard to hold back her tears, clenching her hands so tight her knuckles were almost crushed. She said with difficulty, “Madam, please forgive me.”

“Do you feel better now?” Harold asked his wife.