Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 925

Chapter 925

In fact, when the bullet was inserted into his shoulder, Harold was wondering where Crystal got the gun.

Then he remembered that when they first met, he gave his gun to Crystal. But now, she was holding the black pistol

tightly with extreme hatred in her eyes.

Perhaps it was because she was too nervous, or perhaps it was because she didn't have much experience. The

distance was so close that it could easily penetrate Harold's belly or heart, but her hands were shaking so much

that when the gun landed on Harold's shoulder blade, the white cloth stained red.

Crystal had never experienced such a vivid and intense feeling of hatred before. It was a revelation to her that this

was what hatred truly felt like. When this emotion surged within her, she genuinely wish he would die.

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The corners of her finally healed lips were bitten through again. She gently licked the blood from the corner of her

lips and slowly raised her hand. The muzzle of the gun was aimed at Harold's heart. It had been too long since she

had spoken, and her voice was hoarse, but the amusement could still be heard. "Harold... go to hell." 0

Go to hell.

"Go and accompany my child."

With a loud "bang," the black Prince Duet M9 handgun fired a 9mm Parabellum round. This lightweight pistol had

significant stopping power. The first bullet lodged closely into Harold White's shoulder blade, causing severe

damage to the bone. With another shot at this moment, Harold would be left lifeless and beyond recovery.

The man's eyes were as cold as the most ferocious wolf in the jungle. He covered the gun wound on his shoulder

and dodged it before the gun rang. In his opinion, Crystal's movements were too slow. As long as he wanted to hide,

the gun in Crystal's hand was just a toy.

In an instant, the man had closed the distance and effortlessly disarmed Crystal, easily removing the gun from her

hand with a "click." He kicked the gun away, causing it to collide with the wall and create a loud noise. However, he

didn't even spare a glance for it. He dropped to one knee on the bed, firmly gripping Crystal's chin, forcing her to

look into his eyes. His laughter carried a hint of bloodlust as he asked, "You want to kill me?"

Crystal's was in pain from being pinched, but this time, she did not cry again. Her eyes were full of hatred. "You

deserve to die."

Harold licked his canine teeth and smiled. "You don't deserve to kill me."

The lingering heat of the bullet seemed to sear through her fragile flesh, but Harold appeared unaffected, as if he

couldn't feel it at all. He approached Crystal, leaning over her with his gaze lowered, almost nose to nose. "Who are

you putting on this pitiful act for? Hmm?" he asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

Crystal was stunned for a moment, and then she suddenly smiled. She raised her hand and slowly touched Harold's

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cheek, murmuring, "It's my fault... It's really my fault."

"I shouldn't have left the village. I shouldn't have come to City W to meet you. If that's the case..." Her voice was as

light as a puff of smoke. The wind blew it away. "I don't have to worry about anything in my life."

Harold paused.

At the moment when he stopped, Crystal took out a dagger from under the pillow.

In his early years, Harold did not like to use guns. He loved weapons, so he always carried dagger around with him.

However, as time passed, he had changed. It had been a long time since the dagger had seen blood. It was

relegated to a forgotten corner, as if its owner had abandoned it.

Crystal used to find comfort in resting her head on the dagger when she couldn't sleep, as if it kept her connected

to the presence of Harold. However, she never expected that the dagger would once again be stained with blood,

and this time it was her own blood it witnessed.