Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387

In Flower Land, the doctor had been waiting for a long time. Crystal was pulled by the doctor for an examination. Harold leaned against the balcony and lit a cigarette.

He seldom smoked, let alone at home.

Luke looked at the extinguished sparks and knew that Harold must be in a very bad mood at this moment. He whispered, “Just now there was news from the park that someone took a helicopter and ran away.”

Harold shook his cigarette and said lightly, “Continue the investigation.”

“It must have something to do with the executives in the park that they could plan such a thing. They ran away in a hurry. I don’t believe that we can’t dig anything out.”

Luke nodded and said, “Young Madam said that the woman who was killed was Miss Grett… This is very strange. I can’t figure it out.”

“The other party set such a trap in order to let Young Madam see with her own eyes that the woman she had met once died in front of her? This kind of intimidation method is too exaggerated, isn’t it? After all, there are many ways to scare people to a mental breakdown. Why did they choose such a time-consuming and laborious method that is difficult to retreat?”

Harold leaned back against the railing, the smoke rising from his slender fingers. His expression was very cold. “It’s not a threat.”

Nicotine and tar rolled around in his lungs, his face became even colder. “It’s a show of goodwill.” “…What?” Luke was stunned.

The evening breeze blew Harold’s hair in front of his forehead, revealing his sharp eyebrows. He took a drag on his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, “As Crystal said, this is a gift for her.”

Therefore, the other party did not care about time, energy, or even whether he would be exposed. He blew Jacqueline up in front of Crystal in a way that he thought was beautiful.

“Go back first,” Harold said, “it’s too late.”

Luke nodded.

Harold finished a cigarette on the balcony alone. After the smell of the cigarette had been blown away by the cold wind, he walked into the living room. Crystal had just finished the examination. She leaned against the sofa and asked the doctor, “Doctor, is there something wrong with my brain after I got scared? My whole body is weak now, and I’m particularly listless…”

The doctor paused and said kindly, “Young Madam, you are sleepy.”