Spoil My Sweet Widow Novel Chapter 730


    Chapter 730


    It wasn’t until the evening that Crystal finally finished tracing out the general


    embroidery pattern, and mending was much more difficult than embroidering. She


    yawned as she was led downstairs by Harold for dinner.


    Dana knew that she had worked hard. The dinner was very sumptuous. There were


    stewed beef, sweet and sour pork ribs, steamed fish, fried shrimp, shrimp paste


    chicken wings, and stir-fried spinach ced on the table. Just as Crystal picked up a


    shrimp, Harold’s cell phone suddenly rang.


    He picked up the phone and heard the other party say something. He frowned slightly


    and then said, “Got it. I’ll be right there.”


    “Crystal, I have something to do. You enjoy yourself.” Harold stood up and touched


    her hair. “If Ie backte, you should go to bed first.”


    “Are you in a hurry?” Crystal blinked her eyes.


    “Yes, I’m in a hurry,” Harold said.


    Crystal got up and took the windbreaker hanging on the cloak hanger to put on it for


    him. She muttered, “It’s a little cold outside. You have to wear thicker.”


    Harold bent down and kissed her on the corner of her mouth. “Go eat.”


    The ck motorcade drove on the winding highway, like a giant steel beast roaring in


    the middle of the night, tearing apart the peace and quiet, the vast forest, and the


    green forest in the eastern suburb of City W. The rushing river passed through the foot


    of the mountain, and the sound of the water washing against the stone was


    particrly loud. It seemed to be an ominous sign mixed with the sound of the engine


    of the car.


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    “Psst!” The sound of tires rubbing against the ground made people’s teeth sore. The


    motorcade stopped at a car repair shop on the side of the road. The doors of more


    than a dozen cars opened at the same time, and a group of strong men in ck got


    out.


    Harold lowered his eyes and lit a cigarette. The spark at night was particrly


    obvious.


    Luke said, “When our people find his trace, they surround this ce and ensure that


    not even a fly can fly out.”


    Harold looked at the store and smiled inexplicably. “He’s made great achievements.


    It’s a waste of talent for him to repair cars on the roadside.”


    For a moment, Luke didn’t know whether his words were really a pity or ridicule.


    The sound of the military boots stepping on the ground was slow and low. Someone


    opened the door, revealing the dim light inside.