Spoil My Sweet Widow By Billionaire

Chapter 940

She tossed the gun in her hands back to Natalie. When Tara was ready to immediately kill the bodyguards, she casually said, "Speaking of which, I have a friend who has a bit of friendship with Madame's husband."

Tara paused.

Crystal casually rolled up the white window veil hanging on the ground. The sun shone through the glass, making her face more beautiful. "If I remember correctly, the Davis family intends to bid for the development market in the suburbs?"

Tara was greatly shocked.

How did the owner of this small clothing store know about the Davis family's private matters?!

Crystal leaned against the windowsill, narrowing her eyes as she looked at Tara. "Madam, if your husband were to find out that the reason he lost the bidding opportunity was because you were making things difficult for me here today, what would your husband think?"

Tara was already covered in a cold sweat.

The others all felt that Crystal was speaking nonsense. Only Tara knew how important that piece of land was to the Davis family. The rise of the new nobility caused the old nobles to constantly be squeezed into the living space. Currently, the Davis family looked as prosperous as ever, but in reality, it was already an empty shell. It urgently needed another way out, and this business district was the way out for the Davis family.

Tara took a deep breath, wiped away the cold sweat on her forehead, and then forced out a smile."... I've offended you a lot before, please don't mind."

Crystal smiled gently. "Of course."

She said softly, "Get lost."

Tara hurriedly left with her group of friends. Her friends didn't know what was going on, not knowing why Tara would suddenly change her mind. However, Tara's expression was extremely ugly, and they didn't dare to ask.

When the luxury car parked outside left, the shop assistant, Cecillia, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I was really scared to death just now."

Crystal said casually, "It's okay. You have classes this afternoon, don't you? I'll take care of the store in the afternoon. You should leave now."

Cecillia thanked her, picked up her school bag, and walked out of the store. There were quite a few wandering men outside, all of whom looked quite good. However, most of them were standing far away and didn't approach this store. When they saw her come out, a tall white man quickly came over and said, "Cecellia, can you..."

"No." Cecillia made a refusing gesture and said, "My boss said that she will not accept anything from you. Don't enter the store if you don't want to buy clothes." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The man lowered his head in disappointment.

Cecillia was already used to it.

This clothing store, known as "Meet In The Spring" was opened two years ago. Cecillia had worked here for a year and a half. When she first came here, she was very shocked by the fact that there were always so many high-quality men outside the store, looking like magazine models. When she saw the boss, she knew the reason.

Although they had known each other for more than a year, Cecillia knew little about her boss. She only knew that she was from Angerbrough. She came to Ashside to recuperate. Her embroidery skills were superb. Even in a foreign country, she was very popular. Many big shots would invite her boss to make custom- made clothes for them.

Although her boss was always very quiet and indifferent, Cecillia could see that she must have a lot of stories that were untold, because she would occasionally stare out of the window in a daze. The emotions in her eyes were so complicated that they were like an endless sea.

Such an excellent boss had never been short of pursuers, but her attitude toward everyone was polite and indifferent—polite meant that she would turn down the gift for the first time, and indifferent meant that she would throw the gifts into the trash can directly if her admirers kept pestering her-not only gifts, but also people occasionally.