Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

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Chapter 718

The food in this restaurant was really good. Crystal especially liked the marinated bamboo shoot dish. She only put down her chopsticks when she felt a little full. When the group of people went out, it suddenly rained outside. Luke asked someone to pick up Kyle and Larissa. He came over with an umbrella. Larissa took the umbrella, suddenly turned around and hugged Crystal tightly. She choked and said, "Thank you."

The girl's face was full of tears, and even a few drops fell on Crystal's neck. Crystal patted her on the back and said, "You don't have to thank me. This is your justice."

Larissa had never felt such a straightforward and passionate kindness from a person. It was as if she was walking on the ice in the middle of a cold winter. She was almost frozen to death, but she suddenly saw a bright and warm bonfire, which pulled her out of the ice and snow-covered human hell.

Crystal looked at the pouring rain and said softly, "Look, the rain is very heavy."

"The heavy rain can take away anything bad. When the wind and the rain stops, it will be a better day."

Crystal sat in the villa in Flower Land while she allowed Harold to dry her long hair that was slightly wet from the rain. Suddenly, she asked, "Can you hire a psychologist for Larissa?"

Harold said, "I'll get someone to do it."

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Crystal leaned back on the sofa and looked up at him.

This angle would make any person look very delicate and pretty, let alone it was Crystal. From Harold's perspective, the young girl's eyes were black, with long and curly eyelashes that reminded him of butterfly wings. Her delicate nose was probably a little red from catching a cold, and her plump lips were slightly pursed, like a colorful rose."

His heart and eyes were filled with her, which made his heart beat faster.

Harold stopped what he was doing and leaned over to kiss her on the lips. She asked, "What are you looking at?"

Crystal said, "I was just thinking about it."

"Hmm?"

"Even if Roland and the others will be punished, the harm they bring to Larissa can't be erased."

Harold laughed and said, "You're overthinking it."

"Even if Roland dies, the truth will not change. This is already the best protection that the law can do."

Crystal asked angrily, "How many years will they be sentenced to?"

"It's hard to say for Roland." Harold said indifferently. "He has too many criminal records, so it's not impossible for him to be sentenced to death."

"As for the others." He lowered his eyes and said casually, "If Larissa is less than 18 years old and the lawyer is well hired, they can be locked up for 10 years."

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Crystal frowned and said, "Larissa... might not be 18 years old."

"In that case, the situation is even worse." Harold placed the towel to one side, grabbed her long hair, and let it fall apart.

Crystal was leaning against the back of the sofa. She raised her head and hooked her arms around his neck. She pressed down and forced Harold to bend down. She smiled and kissed him on the tip of his nose. "Can you find a good lawyer then?"

Harold raised an eyebrow. "A good lawyer is very expensive."

The implication was that this little reward was not enough.

Crystal let go of his neck and knelt on the sofa. "We're already engaged, so there's no need to be so particular..." She shook Harold's hand and said softly, "Is that okay?"

Harold took a deep breath. "Okay, okay. Why are you acting like a spoiled child?"

Crystal shook his arm again. She looked at him with her clear eyes and whispered, "Harold—"

Harold suddenly covered her eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

'Til give you everything you want."

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