Sweet Revenge

Chapter 886

Harold only returned to Flower Land at night.

Today he seemed particularly exhausted, with tiredness evident in his facial expression. Crystal hesitated for a long time but ultimately decided not to mention the situation with Leilani and Chloe, after all, Sadie had only speculated and had no evidence to support her claims. Bringing it up would only add unnecessary worries.

Besides…

Even if it was true, it was Leilani’s fault. It had nothing to do with Harold. Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Harold hung his coat on the coat rack and quickly walked over to embrace Crystal.

The coldness emanated from his body caused Crystal to shiver. She held a cup of hot milk tea and looked up while saying, “You’re so cold. Do you want some milk tea?”

She raised her glass and said, “Dana just brewed it. I only added a little sugar in it. It’s warm.”

Harold took a sip off the tea in her hand and paused, “How much is the sugar did you say you added in?”

Crystal made a gesture and said, “Three and a half spoonfuls.”

Harold was speechless.

The little girl really loved this kind of sweet and creamy taste.

Crystal looked at Harold’s disgusted expression and took another sip. She asked confusedly, “Isn’t this not very sweet?”

“Yeah, it’s not sweet.” Harold gave her a perfunctory reply.

Crystal leaned over and looked at his expression carefully. She raised her fair and tender fingers and gently pressed his glabella. She asked, “Is today’s meeting very troublesome?”

“It’s okay.” What was troublesome was other things.

Crystal sat down on the sofa and pulled out her tablet to browse the news. She said,

“I came across some financial news today by chance. It said that the stock price of White Group has been declining, and if it continues like this, it may lead to a financial crisis…”

Harold said, “Don’t pay attention to the nonsense written by these marketing accounts.”

“Then…”

Harold said, “The White Group has been in a financial crisis for a long time.”

“Ah?” Crystal was stunned for a moment and said, “You… you don’t care about it?”

“Why should I care?” Harold lazily leaned against the sofa. Dana brought out a fruit tray. He fed a strawberry to Crystal and said casually, “No matter what happens to the White Group, it has nothing to do with me.”

Crystal began to hate capitalists. “It’s despicable. You wealthy corporations can just say no if you don’t want something, but regular folks like me are burdened with huge debts.”

Harold said, “A regular folk? If Daxton dies, you can get an eight-digit share of the inheritance.”

Crystal opened her mouth wide. “Eight digits… Is it true?”

“That’s because you won’t receive any extra inheritance if you’re not in favor,” Harold said in a calm voice. “Given Daxton’s personality, he would probably split the power in the Evans family equally among his three sons. For someone like you, money is all you can get.”

Crystal had never felt that she was that valuable.

Now she deeply understood why Dora was so afraid of her coming back at that time. If

Daxton died, Dora would naturally be unwilling to share the inheritance with her. That was an eight-digit figure!

“There’s a reason why capitalists are capitalists,” Crystal said solemnly. “For example, you’re very good at brainwashing people. In an instant, you made me feel like I was very wealthy.”

Harold laughed. “If you’re a good girl, all my assets will be yours.”

Crystal stretched out her hand, made a gesture, and said, “Forget it, your property is too heavy for me to carry on my back. You should keep it yourself.”

She lay on the sofa and said, “I just want to sleep well now, so I decided to sleep on the sofa tonight and generously give you the bed.”