Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 751

Chapter 751

"... After being questioned for so long, he only revealed the truth yesterday." Luke stood beside Harold and said in a

low voice, "I'm incompetent."

"It has nothing to do with you." Harold's face was particularly cold and indifferent on the late autumn day, like a thin

layer of ice condensed from water vapor, sealing up the reality under it, making it difficult for others to pry into his

emotions. "It's not easy to get Leo to spill it."

Luke stepped forward and opened the door. It was a garden villa, which was located in a remote place. What

attracted others the most was the peace they could get, but it also meant that it was inconvenient for people to go

around. There were very few people.

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At this time, it was already evening. The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the sky in a dazzling color. The rusty iron

gate made a "creak" sound, revealing the withered flowers and plants in the courtyard. The fallen leaves piled up

layer by layer, showing the bleakness of autumn.

There was nothing unusual about the empty villa. It was old, rotten, and showed its owner's wealth. After all,

although the place was remote, the house price was not low. Many poor people who had bought it had to live there

for a few days. Otherwise, they would appear very stupid to buy this place at the beginning. However, no one had

ever lived in this villa before.

With a click, the chandelier was turned on. Luke pulled open a floor that looked no different from the surroundings,

revealing a staircase leading to the dark basement. He went down first and turned on the light in the basement.

Harold looked sideways and ordered, "Keep watch outside."

The others answered in unison, "Yes."

Harold walked down the stairs. The basement was very large, but it had not been renovated before. It was just a

space surrounded by cement red bricks. The moisture and cold air from the ground rushed out from the cracks in

the concrete wall and went straight into the cracks in people's bones.

In fact, there was nothing here. Only the person who was tied to the shelf and was injured was particularly

conspicuous. Wisps of bloody smell came out, mixed with the wet and rotten smell of the earth, which was actually

very unpleasant.

Harold stood in front of Leo and said faintly, "I heard that you're finally willing to reveal the truth, but you're only

willing to tell me about it?"

Leo lifted his face which was covered in blood. It was probably because he hadn't had a good rest during this period

of time, and he was always in endless pain. His face was terribly pale, and he had already revealed a dead look.

Especially his eyes, which were wide open, were full of fine blood, and his eyeballs were gray as if they didn't have a

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focus. But the moment he saw Harold, a fierce light suddenly appeared.

He took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Didn't Valeri teach you that it's not a good thing that you know

too much sometimes?"

As the match was ignited, there was a warm orange light in the basement. Harold lowered his eyes and lit a

cigarette. Under Leo's gaze, he completely extinguished the faint light of the match and threw the match onto the

ground, causing Leo's pupils to shrink.

Luke moved a clean wooden chair to Harold's side.

"Leo, are you going to reason with me?" Harold sat on the chair, with his right ankle on the left thigh, and his

fingers holding the cigarette hanging on the armrest. He spat out a smoke ring, and his eyes showed his arrogance

and wildness when he was young. "But you should still remember that I hate it when others talk about high-

sounding truth with me. If what you want to say is these, it's a pity that you are no longer useful to me."