Spoil My Sweet Window novel (Harold and Crystal) novel Chapter 970

Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire Chapter 970

Crystal turned around and looked at the man in front of her. He was tall, holding a gun, QBZ-95, the same as Antony’s. The color of his eyes was lighter than that of ordinary people. He was looking at the two people with interest.

Although they hadn’t seen each other for two years and the other party was still well hidden, Crystal recognized the two people-Freud and Mason.

“Oh.” Freud smiled. “What were you doing here in this kind of wild forest, two young girls?”

Natalie knew that Crystal did not want to interact with them, so she took the initiative to stand up and say, “We’re here to find some inspiration…” She pulled out Crystal’s book and showed it to him. She put her hands together and said, “We’re really unlucky. Don’t worry, police officers. We promise that we won’t talk nonsense after we leave here. Please let us go. My sister is timid. She’s already scared out of her wits.”

Crystal quickly cooperated with her and began to shiver.

Freud looked at the book. He was a science student in high school and went to a military college. He couldn’t understand it at all. He said, “You two seem to be underage. Why did you come to the mountain to find inspiration? Also, call me brother instead of police officer.”

Natalie cursed the b*stard in her heart and said sweetly, “Brother, brother, I’m begging you, we’re really here to look for inspiration. Although I’m glad that you say we’re young, we’re really adults. I’m almost twenty-three years old this year!”

Freud looked at Mason in the distance and asked, “What do you think?”

Mason said, “Ask the captain.”

He was not interested in the two of them. Looking at the battleground behind him, Antony had already dealt with the group of mercenaries. Standing under a pine tree, no one knew what he was thinking. It was not until someone came forward and said something that he suddenly frowned and strode over.

“Antony.” Freud called out, “What’s wrong?”

“The items aren’t on them,” Antony said in a deep voice. His gaze was as sharp as an eagle’s. He looked at Crystal and Natalie, who were leaning against each other. They were so weak and pitiful that they looked as if they could be blown away by the wind. “Hand them over.”

Crystal was at a loss. She looked at Natalie and asked, “Did you take someone’s things?”