Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 939

Tara didn't understand what they were saying, but from the shop assistant's attitude, she knew that this skinny woman was the owner of this small shop. She frowned and said, "Are you the boss?"

The woman put down her guitar bag, revealing her snow-white face.

In fact, there were many foreigners who wouldn't be able to tell the difference in the appearances of Asians. They thought that everyone looked almost the same. However, this face in front of them was simply too unique. Tara dared to bet that if that lecherous husband of hers saw the woman in front of her, he would definitely use all sorts of methods to make her his lover.

Crystal's long black hair was a little messy. She casually tidied her hair and placed her cap on the table beside her. She looked at Tara and coldly said, "That piece of clothing was designed for my friend. I'm not selling it."

"And I'm in a bad mood today. I won't sell all the clothes in the store to you."

"You!" Tara was instantly angered. "I've never seen anyone dare speak to me in such a tone before!"

"You've seen one now." Crystal frowned. "I'll count to three. Get lost."

"One."

Tara was provoked again and again, her face ashen with anger. "Do you know who I am?!" RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Crystal raised her thin eyelids. "Two."

Tara laughed coldly. "All of you, take action! Destroy this store for me!"

"I've counted for you-three." Natalie came over and said, "Do you need my help? You just need to make me a sweet and sour pork rib, and I'll help you..."

Crystal pushed her face away and said, "No need."

She didn't want to fight today, and her strength was long-range sniping. She couldn't defeat Natalie in close combat, and Natalie could deal with the six black bodyguards present, but she couldn't.

But sometimes victory didn't mean that all of them should be knocked down.

Crystal took out a Beretta pistol from Natalie's assault suit pocket. Natalie liked to collect hot weapons. There was a display wall at home, which was full of all kinds of guns and ammunition. People who didn't know it would think that they had entered the arsenal. This small pistol was her new favorite recently. There was no other reason for her to like it. She just felt that it was beautiful.

Her movements were too fast. Those black bodyguards didn't even realize what she was going to do, let alone the pampered Tara. She brushed past her like a gust of wind, but in that instant, the muzzle already pressed against the space between Tara's brows. Tara raised her hands subconsciously.

Crystal tilted her head slightly and looked at her. "Madam, do you want me to send you to heaven with a bullet?"

Tara's best friends were stupefied and they screamed out loud. Tara's eyes widened greatly. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "I am a member of the Davis family, yet you dare to shoot me?!"

Crystal said, "Do you want to try? Let's see if I dare to blow your head off or not."

Tara's legs trembled. She cursed the bodyguards in her heart. Right now, her life was in someone else's hands, so she didn't dare act arrogantly anymore. With a trembling voice, she said, "You... don't

act on impulse. If I die, you definitely won't be able to live an easy life. I'll make a bet with you. My husband will take your life!"

Crystal remained unmoved and played with the trigger with her fair fingers.

Tara was scared stiff. She put her palms together and said, "I apologize to you. We'll leave right away. We'll leave right away, is that okay?"

Crystal smiled and said softly, "I was just joking with Madam. Don't be nervous, Madam."