Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 857

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 857

Crystal didn’t even look at the check. She said, “Why didn’t he come to see me?”

Luke understood what she said. He smiled and said, “There’s no need to meet again, is there? …Miss Evans, you know that Master White is not a person who likes to drag things on. Since he has decided to break up with you, it doesn’t matter if you meet again or not.”

Crystal’s face turned even paler. She looked no different from a dead person.

She moved her frozen fingers, but she still couldn’t grab the pen and it fell with a thud. She sat in the restraint chair and couldn’t even bend down to pick it up. She could only look down at it. After a long time, she said, “I don’t believe it.”

Luke sighed. “Miss Evans, why are you still doubting my words? It doesn’t seem to be good for you if you continue to pester him. Almost everyone in City W knows that you killed your adoptive mother, and online public opinions can no longer be suppressed anymore. You are destined to go to jail. The only thing that’s uncertain is the duration of time you’d be locked up. You don’t agree to the breakup now. Do you still have wishful thinking that Master White will wait for you to be released?”

He smiled cruelly and said, “Don’t be naive, Miss Evans. Master White used to like your innocence the most, but you destroyed it with your own hands. It’s already very good that he’s willing to give you a break-up fee.”

Her nails had probably pierced through the tender flesh in her palm, causing blood to flow out. However, she had caught hold of all of it in her palm.

The young girl raised her long eyelashes and reflected Luke’s figure. She said slowly, “Is there anything else he wants to tell me?”

Luke said, “He doesn’t have anything else to say after what has happened.”

Crystal was silent for a long while before she said, “Then tell Harold for me.”

“Sorry for making him sad.”

Luke was stunned. He almost suspected that he had seen it wrongly. “…What?”

Sorry?