Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 934

Chapter 934

The snow in City W this year was particularly heavy. At the end of the year, the open space outside was full of snowmen of all sizes.

Harold sat in the office and looked at the living creatures outside the French window. In the flying snow, cars were galloping, and the crowd was making noise. There was a couple downstairs who was leaning against each other eating a hot sweet potato, and there was a mother squatting, playing snow with her child in the distance. An old man was sitting on a bench, holding a cane with both hands and watching the snow quietly somewhere further away.

“Knock, knock, knock!” There was a knock on the door, and Harold said, “Come in.”

“Brother.” Clint walked in with a stack of documents in his hand. “These are the acquisition cases we talked about before… Are you really going to announce that the White Group has gone bankrupt?”

Harold casually touched his chin and said indifferently, “The company has already been empty. Don’t you think you can fill in the hole with money?”

Clint naturally knew that Harold would let those people with ulterior motives destroy the White Group step by step. He just didn’t understand. The White Group could be said to have been single-handedly pulled up by Harold. Why would he give up so easily now?

He had asked Luke about this matter, but Luke, a smiling tiger, was best at hiding the truth. He only said that it was a compensation. If the White Group fell, it would be a win-win situation.

These words were very confusing, but Clint was naturally intelligent. He could tell that there was something unusual about it, but there were still some things that he couldn’t figure out. That was why he wanted to ask Harold directly.

Harold stood up from the leather chair. There was a heater in the office, and he was only wearing a thin black shirt, which made him look thinner.

After all, he had been shot twice in three months. Even an iron man couldn’t stand it. Looking at his elder brother’s face, which was sharper than before, Clint felt that he was colder and more insidious than before. In the past, there was still a bit of warmth in him, but now he was completely out of the mortal world.

“… That’s right.” Clint seemed to have thought of something. “Miss Evans came to see you today.”

Harold had no expression on his face. “For?”