Chapter 679


    This collision did not cause Harold to feel anything. Instead, it caused Crystal to feel dizzy. She covered


    her head and leaned back on the sofa, pretending to cry. “Why is my life so miserable? I just wanted to


    drink some pork ribs soup, steamed scallops with garlic, roastedmb, sea cucumber with abalone, and


    stir-fried prawns. Why can’t my wish be fulfilled?”


    Harold turned her over, pulled her hair aside, and looked at her forehead, only to find that it was a little


    red. She said, “If you cry again, you won’t even have to eat porridge and pickles.”


    Crystal, “!”


    “Okay.” Harold said, “It’s almost time. Let’s go back.”


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    As he spoke, he stood up. Crystal tugged at his arm and said, “Then tell me quickly, is there any special


    treatment?”


    Harold sighed softly and said, “Yes-I’ll get someone to send to you every day, okay?”


    Crystal was satisfied. She tip-toed and nted a kiss on his cheek. “You’re the best!”


    She could sweet talk to just anyone, but when Harold heard it, he pulled the corners of his mouth and


    took her hand. “Luckily you’re grateful.”


    The two of them walked out together. The rain at night was much lighter than during the day. After the


    drainage, the umted water on the road subsided. Crystal leaned against the back seat and felt


    dizzy along the way. She was almost asleep when Harold asked coldly, “Have you found it?”


    Crystal wanted to hear what he said clearly and moved her eyelids with difficulty. Harold noticed her


    movement and patted her arm tofort her. Crystal fell asleep again in a daze. She did not see the


    man’s cold expression in the carriage. It was like a sharp sword out of its sheath, cold and intimidating.


    Luke, who was driving, pursed his lips and said in a low voice, “… I’m sorry. It’s my men who are not


    capable enough to do things, and that’s why Elton had been taken away by others first.”


    Harold looked out of the window at the evening lights.


    Tens of millions of lights gathered together to form a splendid sea of lights. The city was constantly in a


    state of separation between life and death. At this time, the night wind was piercingly cold, like a sharp


    knife hanging above someone’s head.


    “Have you found out who it was?” Harold asked lightly.


    “Not yet.” Luke said softly, “Our people only found his body in the alley. We called the police as we


    couldn’t find any clues. The other party was very cautious and there was no trace left.”


    No one knew how Elton would feel if he knew that the man with the weird poppy tattooed on his side face


    meant leaving him with his corpse by saying “Those people won’t find you again” a few hours ago when


    he was still alive.


    When Harold left, he told Antony that he would return at about eight o’clock. As expected, he went back


    to the base at eight o’clock.


    Crystal was still a little unconscious. Following behind Harold like a little tail, she rubbed her eyes as she


    walked.


    Harold sent her off the dormitory building and said, “Go up and continue to sleep.”


    Crystal nodded, turned around, and was about to go upstairs when she remembered the few pieces of


    cake that she had packed for Natalie and others. She then turned back and took the paper bag from


    Harold’s hand. Harold seized the opportunity to grab her fingertips and said in a soft voice, “You’re


    leaving just like that?”


    Crystal looked up at him and then looked around. After confirming that there was no one around, she


    kissed him on the corner of his mouth and caid, “Sweet dreams.”


    Without waiting for Harold to reply, she carried the bag and went upstairs.