Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 949
Dora was taken aback.
Of course, she knew about the auction in Aussia. The ruby, which was sold for 30 million dollars, made many people speechless.
At that time, she even told others that she didn't know which big shot had bought the collection.
—That mysterious big shot was actually Harold?!
Stacie knew that she didn't know about it, so she deliberately talked about it to make her unhappy.
Harold didn't answer her question, but Stacie didn't care either. She continued, "Brother, can I have a look at the ruby?"
"There was an accident on the way, and it hasn't been sent back to the country yet." Harold looked down at the time and said, "I
have a meeting at eight o'clock. When it has been sent back, you can contact Luke yourself."
"Okay, thank you, big brother." After she finished her words with a smile, she glanced at Dora and said, "Miss Evans, what kind
of expression is that? Don't you know that big brother bought that ruby? I thought he bought it for you... It turns out that it's not
like that."
"..." Dora smiled. "I don't like these pieces of jewelry. Of course, Master White didn't buy them for me."
Stacie sneered and said, "You're really good at flattering yourself."
"Stacie, you..."
"That's enough. I was just saying it casually. Don't worry, Miss Evans." Stacie smiled sweetly. "I won't disturb you. I'll be leaving
first."
"..." Looking at Stacie's departing figure, Dora took a deep breath and asked, "Master White, do you like to collect gems?"
"I don't like it," Harold replied casually.
Dora’s heart thumped.
Could it be that Harold had bought this ruby to give it to another woman?!

She was quickly thinking about the suspicious women around Harold when she heard the man say coldly, "It's just that there's
nowhere to spend the money."
Dora."..."
The black guitar bag was placed next to the seat, and Crystal and Natalie were sitting opposite each other. From this corner, they
could see Harold and Dora, but they were too far away to hear what they were talking about.
Natalie stirred the overly sweet latte in her cup. She held her chin and said, "Harold looks decent. Dora doesn't look like a good
fit for him when she stands beside him." Crystal did not say anything.
After more than two years, she saw Harold again in the late spring. Compared to before, the current Harold was even colder.
This kind of indifference was no longer superficial in his emotions but in his bones.
However, just like what Natalie had said, the passage of time did not add any more vicissitudes to his life. Regardless of whether
it was his deep and exquisite eyes or straight nose, they all exuded a soul-stirring attraction, causing one's eyes to unconsciously
be drawn to him.
At this time, he was wearing a simply tailored black windbreaker and standing by the glass door, which was already a dazzling
scenery.
Crystal slowly lowered her eyes and unconsciously rubbed the zipper of the guitar bag with her fingers.
Natalie took a sip of her latte and said in a good mood, 'Are you still angry because of the failure just now? It's not easy to earn
20 million dollars. If it's so easy to kill Harold, everyone would be a millionaire now."
"I'm not angry." Crystal said, "I'm just thinking."
She narrowed her eyes as she watched Harold's departing figure and said, "His skin and appearance are indeed quite good.
Dora's standing next to him is a little out of line."
Natalie said, "You're better at scolding people than me."
Crystal took a sip of the sweet Caramel Macchiato and chuckled in the warm sunshine coming from outside the glass window.
"He looks so beautiful. If I bury him under the rose tree as flower fertilizer, it will make my rose tree bloom better.