"Harold White is dead!"

"The White family wanted the engagement unchanged, but they aren't going to hold a wedding ceremony."

"I'll ask the driver to send you to the White family's residence. From now on, you'll be a member of the White clan."

Eva Miller said in a cold tone, "You should know well why the Evans family took you home."

Crystal Evans lowered her head. Of course, she knew it well.

The Evans family and the White family had a marriage promise, but now the groom was dead. The Evans family didn't want Dora Evans to become a widow. That was why they had brought her back from the countryside to take the girl's place.

When Crystal was fifteen years old, she knew she and Dora Evans had been swapped at the hospital when they were just born!

She herself was the real daughter of the Evans family!

Despite knowing that their real daughter was swapped at birth, the Evans family had already had a deep relationship with Dora. Afraid that the latter wouldn't be able to bear the fact, they had kept Crystal in the countryside all the time.

It wasn't until a while ago that the Evans family had sent a driver to pick her up.

But it was all to make her, instead of Dora, to marry a dead man!

Eva checked her watch, "The White family has arrived. Let's go."

Crystal bit her lips and asked in a low voice, "Will my father and brother come..."

"No, they don't have time."

Eva looked a little impatient. "Today is Dora's graduation ceremony."

Crystal sighed softly. Eva began to urge her. "Well, get in the car quickly. We don't want to enrage the Whites."

The White family's luxury cars lined up outside, creating a magnificent procession. Crystal got in one of the cars and looked back at the Evans family's villa.

It was the house she hadn't returned for fifteen years, and from today on, it had nothing to do with her!

Seeing that everyone had left, Eva stopped smiling and said in disgust, "She's finally gone."

The nanny stood beside her chimed in, "Ma'am, actually you don't have to see her off. She is an orphan girl anyway."

Eva looked at her sideway, "You know nothing. I'm the hostess of the Evans family, but I have no children. I must arrange things well, or else, people would rumor and laugh at me."

"You won't be able to understand this, but the White family's internal situation is very complicated. I'm afraid Crystal will be likely in deadly danger. Even if she doesn't like me, I would still see her off for the last time!"

......

The White family was a prominent family in City W with a history of more than a hundred years.

At this moment, the White family's ancestral house was shrouded in white, and the guests who came to join the wake almost packed the space. When Crystal got out of the car in a bright-colored dress as a newly wedded bride, she looked out of place.

"Is she Master White's new bride? I heard that she was brought back from the countryside. No wonder she's so vulgar."

The guests began to whisper to each other.

"Mrs. White was so worried that her grandson wouldn't have anyone to accompany him, so she insisted on marrying him a girl... Being a widow at such a young age, alas..."

"Why are you sighing? Master White is dead. This girl may live longer. If he was still alive, she would die in less than three days!"

Uncle Howard, the housekeeper of the White family, turned a deaf ear and brought Crystal into the mourning hall. He said with a cold expression, "Ma'am, you have to kneel here to guard our Master's soul."

Crystal did as she was told. She knelt on the futon before a high-quality gold-plated mahogany casket right in front of a man's portrait set on top of the altar.

When Harold was still alive, he was the presence of the King of Hell in City W. He had a violent temper, and he could kill people without batting an eye. As long as his name was mentioned, everybody would be scared to death. Although he was dead now, his portrait still exuded a murderous aura that people didn't dare to look directly at it.

But still, Harold was very handsome!

The black-and-white portrait couldn't hinder his handsome face and his beautiful eyes. Crystal noticed a mole at the corner of his left eye.

Uncle Howard then said, "Ma'am, please excuse me."

Crystal nodded. People came and went, and she had been still kneeling in front of the casket. Everyone who came to visit would steal a look of her. It was hard to tell whether they pitied her or were just curious.

At nightfall, there were no more people in the mourning hall, and the staff had left.

Only Crystal was still kneeling in this spacious hall. From time to time, there would be gusts of chilly wind blowing past her. She raised her head and looked at the pitch-black coffin.

She hadn't eaten anything for the whole day. Her stomach was empty. After making sure that no one was around, she dared to get up and sit on the futon to rest.

Her stomach growled loudly, as if it was protesting.

She couldn't help it. After all, she was really hungry.

Crystal looked at the offerings on the altar and gulped her saliva. Eventually, she went to the altar and bowed to the portrait. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I haven't eaten anything for a whole day. I've been kneeling for so long. Can I have a pear please?"

As soon as she reached toward the fruit, a big hand grabbed her wrist tightly.

Crystal was scared out of her wit. She closed her eyes, her legs going limp. "I didn't really mean it. I'm just so hungry. I just wanted a small pear..."

She thought that the other party was a staff of the White family. When she slowly opened her eyes, she realized that it was a really handsome staff. His voice was also pleasant to the ear. "Who told you to steal my offerings? Don't you know the rules?"

His offerings?

Weren't these the offerings for Harold White?

Did this person just lie to her? Or...

Crystal slowly looked at the man in front of her. He was really tall.

He had slender legs, wearing a white shirt that outlined his wide shoulders and narrow waist. His eyes were gorgeous but murderous, and there was a sexy mole under the corner of his left eye.

"You!" Crystal was scared out of her wits. "Don't tell me you're..."

Harold slightly raised the corners of his mouth, looking at the girl in front of him. Not only was she a bumpkin, her face was also chubby.

"Don't tell me you're my..." Harold couldn't believe it, "...wife?"

Crystal thought she was seeing a ghost. She burst into tears, whining, "I,I, I'm just hungry. It's just a small pear. I shouldn't provoke you this much you have to rise from death. It's too much, sir..."

Her cry was so loud that Harold ducked back, rubbing his brows. Eventually, he lifted her up and sat her on the altar as if she was a little stray cat, his voice low. "If you cry again, I'll throw you into the casket."

Crystal immediately shut up. Her large eyes were filled with tears.

"How old are you? You can't tell between a human and a ghost?"

Crystal finally realized that this man was a real human and not a ghost as she had seen his shadow.

"You were dead, weren't you..." Crystal pointed at the pitch-black casket. "It's obviously your dead body inside..."

Harold raised his eyebrows and walked over to the casket. He knocked on it, asking, "Do you want to see the body?"

Crystal shrank on the altar, like a rabbit being sacrificed. Shivering, she stammered, "No, I don't want to see it. Don't, don't scare me..."

Harold was infamous, and he didn't want to be a good man, either. He deliberately teased the girl. "Don't you know that I'm a bad person?"

Crystal swallowed her saliva, her eyes widening in shock.

"Once I'm unhappy, I'll kill you and then throw your body into the wild," Harold deliberately drawled his voice, "to feed the wolves."

Crystal's scalp went numb, her face saying that the other was so cruel.

Harold picked her from the altar and let her stand on her feet. As soon as Crystal touched the ground, she wanted to run away. Harold pulled her back like holding a little cat. "Behave. Don't move."

Crystal nodded. She didn't want to see what was inside the coffin at all. Trembling, she said, "Master White... we don't need to open the coffin, do we? It's not auspicious."

"I don't believe in these things!" Harold wore a faint cold smile. His gaze was indifferent as he said, "It's utterly exciting to open your own casket, isn't it?"

Those people really wanted him dead just like that? With some little false news, his funeral was arranged.

Following the custom, the casket shouldn't be sealed for now. Harold easily pushed the lid aside. Crystal turned her face away and didn't dare to look at it. The man smiled at her, "What? Do you think there's a walking dead inside? It's just a few pieces of clothes."

Crystal slowly turned her face and nerved herself to look at the casket. Sure enough, there were only clothes inside.

At this moment, footsteps arose from not far away, which were so clear in the spacious but empty hall. Harold reacted swiftly, scooping Crystal into the casket with him.

Crystal was completely stunned. How did she get in?

The size of the casket was designed based on Harold's figure. With Crystal inside, the space narrowed down. She could only lean back in Harold's arms. Her forehead was pressed against the man's chest, which was quite muscular.

"Master White..."

Harold had already pulled the casket lid close and covered Crystal's mouth, almost choking her.

"Where did she go..." A staff's voice came from the outside. "Where's that Miss Evans?"

"She must have gone to the bathroom, or snoozed somewhere."

"I'm so unlucky that I have to come and change the candles here in the middle of the night."

"Keep your voice down." Another person reminded, "When Master White was still alive, he was even more terrifying than the Devil. He's dead now, and I don't know what he's turned into. Be careful. His body could rise up and he could eat you..."

There was a burst of noise outside. After lighting the candles, the staff hurried to leave. "All right, let's go."

Making sure that the others had left, Harold let go of Crystal's mouth. The girl panted heavily. She had thought that she would die here.

Harold suddenly approached her, asking, "Which perfume you're using?"

Crystal shrank her neck and sniffed herself, but she couldn't smell anything. As she was too close to Harold, his breath was brushing her ear.

It made her so shy, her voice gradually fading out. "I didn't, didn't wear any perfume."

But the woman in Harold's arms was so fragrant and sweet.

How much milk candy had she eaten?

"Master White..." Crystal asked timidly, "Why are we hiding in the casket?"