Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 928

It was rare for Marcus to not have a smile on his face. He looked at the raging flames in the winter and asked Harold coldly, “Did you do it?"

Larry immediately said, "If you want her to die, why do you have to make it so troublesome?"

Harold leaned against the car and finished smoking. The smoke billowed, and soon a fire engine came. He didn't even care if Crystal was dead or not. He opened the door and got in the car. Antony stared at him and said, "Harold, my sister's biggest misfortune is to meet such a heartless person like you."

Harold said blandly, "It's my honor."

The black Maybach sped away at an extremely fast speed. Antony headed for the sea of fire with a sullen face. Marcus pulled him. "What are you trying to do?"

"If she's still alive," Antony said in a choked voice. "I'll take her out of City W."

"If she dies, I'll take her home."

She came to City W alone, so she was very unfamiliar with everything here. City W was a prosperous and rich city that countless people were looking forward to. It occupied such a large area, but it couldn't accommodate a little girl who was just 20 years old. She died tragically on the second day after her birthday.

Antony watched her struggle, compromise, despair, resent, and dead. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

But the only thing he could do was take her home.

Marcus drove back to his own apartment. Natalie had just come out of the bathroom and was wrapped in a bathrobe. When she saw Marcus, she raised her eyebrows and said with a smile, "You came back so early? I thought you would at least collect your sister's corpse."

She walked to the front of Marcus and raised her hand to touch his heart. "You're really cold-hearted."

Marcus grabbed her hand. "Did you do it?"

"Look, asking knowingly again." Natalie said, "You hurt me. Let me go."

Marcus didn't let go. Instead, he exerted more strength and almost pulled Natalie into his arms. He looked gloomy and asked, "Why?"

"Why?" Natalie was a little surprised. Then she shrugged and said, "I told you that my original plan was to kill Crystal."

She got rid of Marcus's hand and sat on the sofa. She slowly wiped her long hair with a water sucking towel and said, "My brother doesn't want her to die, but my mother ordered me to do so two days ago. I have no choice but to listen to my mother."

"But my brother is one of a kind." She sighed. "Sometimes I don't understand what he is thinking. He was the one who wanted Crystal to live before, but now it's him who wanted her to die. He was the one who installed the bomb in the detention center. I bet that many bomb experts don't know about the bomb."

"...Natasha." Marcus stared at her. "You seem to always surprise me."

Natalie smiled and said, “Isn't it good for her to die? If she dies, it can save us from a lot of trouble."

"How long can a single dose of A18 last? I feel ashamed of my previous soft-heartedness because, indeed, my mother was right."

Her eyes instantly turned cold. "Crystal shouldn't have been alive."

"To let her have her 20th birthday is already the greatest mercy."

On December 19th, it was snowing heavily.

There was a massive fire caused by an explosion at the detention center. The fire was intense, nearly engulfing the detention center, and it took until the next morning to extinguish the flames. Some witnesses saw the third young master of the Evans family kneeling in the midst of the fire, carrying a handful of ashes.

When he left the detention center, there was another heavy snowfall, as if he was mourning someone's funeral.