Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire novel Chapter 974

Chapter 974

Crystal was sitting in a small dark room, shaking her legs in boredom.

She and Natalie were locked up separately so that they would not make up the same stories. After another round of interrogation, the suspicion was finally cleared. At this moment, Crystal was waiting for Bud to come and take her out.

Suddenly, with a "creak", the door opened, but the person standing at the door was Antony.

Under the light in the corridor, Crystal could clearly see Antony's appearance, which was much more profound than two years ago. His delicate facial features were now mixed with ferocity, giving people a cold sense of distance.

"Poppy." Antony called her name and said, "Come out with me.”

Crystal replied with an "Oh" and quickly stood up. Like a primary school student, she followed Antony out obediently. The corridor was very long and there were countless dark rooms. The faint light could barely light up her feet. This kind of environment gave people an extremely depressing feeling. However, Antony walked in front of her. His shoulders were wide and his body was straight, as if he would block every danger for her.

Tears welled up in Crystal's eyes. She lowered her head slightly, but Antony stopped in his tracks. "Are you crying?"

"... No," Crystal said.

Antony said, "Your aura has changed. It told me that you are sad."

Crystal forced a smile. "I really am not."

Antony turned around and looked at her quietly for a while. Suddenly, he reached out to touch her hair and said in a very soft voice, "I'll send you off here. Go ahead."

Crystal's fingertips trembled and she said softly,"... Thank you, officer."

She went to the iron gate on the right, where there were already staff waiting. When she came out, he immediately closed the door.

Crystal pinched the soft flesh on her arm and let out a sigh of pain.

It's not an illusion!

The lounge was not big, and the decoration was very simple, but the man sitting on the fabric sofa was noble.

He had just come out of a formal occasion. He was wearing a well-made black shirt with a dark gold edge on his collar. It was obvious that it was worth a lot.

The man leaned against the back of the sofa and crossed his legs. His leather shoes were bright. Before he heard the movement at the door, he was probably looking at the confidentiality paper in his hand. Looking from the side of his face, he showed a kind of special focus.

"..." Crystal's hand on the door frame did not loosen. She whispered, "We went to the wrong place, didn't we?"

The staff member said, "No. When we checked your contact information, he was at the top."