My Lord, My Billionaire Master

"Didn't they announce a while ago that the market value of their main company was the world's greatest, and that they were ranked first in terms of wealth, he had never accepted an interview."

"That's great, William Cullen is actually here to attend the wedding, let's quickly go and interview him first."noveldrama

The reporters in the reporter area were instantly in an uproar.

Alice Clyne looked ahead in shock, only to see that the front door of the church was brightly lit, a few bodyguards in black suits walked in, blocking the reporters who were flocking over, and blocking the way.

William Cullen's figure appeared in her line of sight.

His tall figure stood out in the crowd, his short hair neatly trimmed, his body slender in a thin, gray - blue overcoat, his handsome face bathed in a variety of spotlights.

Alice Clyne's heart immediately thumped.

Why would he come to Mary Clyne's wedding?

Alice Clyne suddenly thought back to what second generation rich wedding she

had mentioned to Daniel Frank before. It was actually today's wedding?

Her first thought was to sit down quickly and turn away from him.

Of course not.

Since she couldn't meet William Cullen here, he would definitely not care about her pride.

Alice Clyne, who was sitting in her seat, was extremely nervous. His foster mother held her hand, "What happened? Why are your hands so cold?"

"I'm fine."

Alice Clyne shook her head and couldn't help but look back.

They just saw William Cullen standing in the middle of the bodyguards, raising his eyes and looking straight at her, his gaze landing accurately on her.

He grinned at her as if he was looking at his prey.

Alice Clyne was frightened by his laugh.

Suddenly, William Cullen walked towards her direction with big strides, as if there was no one around, everyone looked at him in shock.

"Mom, I want to go to the toilet. I need to leave first."

Alice Clyne stood up in panic, releasing her foster mother's hand, and ran towards

a nearby door as if she was escaping.

No.

They definitely could not meet up with William Cullen here.

Alice Clyne ran along the corridor quickly, and the sound of orderly footsteps came from behind her. It was obvious that it was and her bodyguards who had sent out the footstep.

In a moment of desperation, Alice Clyne anxiously turned, and casually opened a door and rushed in, locking the door.

Her heart was pounding.

During Patrick Miller's and Mary Clyne's wedding, she had been hiding from William Cullen.

"Alice Clyne?"

A puzzled voice sounded behind her.

Alice Clyne turned around in surprise and saw that Patrick Miller, who was dressed in a white scholarly suit, was standing by the window and bathing in the sunlight.

The assistant at the side was helping him with some minor details while several sets of men's gowns were placed in a glass closet beside him.

She had actually accidentally walked into Patrick Miller's locker room.

Don't you even know to close the door?

Afraid that the other party thought that he was harping on, Alice Clyne hurriedly said, "Congratulations. I came to borrow the bathroom."

If he went out at this time, he would definitely be running into William Cullen head on.

Patrick Miller watched in surprise as she quickly dashed into the washroom and closed the door behind her.

What was this Alice Clyne doing now?

Alice Clyne hid into the bathroom with her back pressed against the door. What should she do? How long was she going to hide for? When the ceremony begins, does she slip away?

As he was thinking, the sound of someone kicking open the door came from outside.

She could not help but clench her fist, not long later, she heard Patrick Miller's humble and polite voice, "So it's Mr. Cullen, I am honored to be able to come and attend the wedding."

It was indeed William Cullen.

Alice Clyne bit her lips, and frowned.

"Brother-in-law?"

William Cullen's examining voice suddenly came out.

"What?" Patrick Miller didn't hear clearly.

It suddenly became quiet outside. Alice Clyne did not know what happened, but she became even more nervous. She heard Patrick Miller asking, "What is Mr. Cullen looking at? Is there something you're looking for? "

He was really looking for her.

Alice Clyne was so nervous that cold sweat started to drip down her face.

"It's nothing, I lost my dog." William Cullen snorted coldly, his tone disagreeing.

Damn William Cullen.

He also said that she was his dog.

Alice Clyne clenched her teeth, but luckily, he did not directly say her name.

Patrick Miller laughed when he heard it, "Oh?

Mr. Cullen even brought a pet to the island. Do you need me to help you find it? "

No need." "There's a pet amusement park over here. Mr. Cullen can take the pets there to do some exercise."

"Sure." William Cullen said, "Let's go."

"Take care, Mr. Cullen."

The sound of footsteps slowly faded into the locker room.

Alice Clyne heaved a sigh of relief, her heart was moving at its best.

After a while, when William Cullen was pretty much gone, she wiped the cold sweat off her face, opened the door and went out. She did not look at Patrick Miller and said: "Thank you for borrowing the washroom, I'm going out now."

She started to leave.

"Wait, I have a question for you." Patrick Miller called out to her.

Alice Clyne stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him.

Patrick Miller took out a watch and put it on his wrist. His movements were cool as

he asked, "How did you solve the problem with porcelain gallery?"

"How do I solve what?"

"You're not in jail."

After that, he sent people to investigate, but the porcelain gallery disappeared in one night, no one knew what had happened. Furthermore, according to Mary Clyne, she did not even go to prison when she said that Alice Clyne would attend the wedding.

Alice Clyne's eyes turned as she said indifferently, "I went to find someone to borrow some money."

"You don't seem to have such rich friends." Patrick Miller exposed her in a glance, "You borrowed it from the bank?"

The interest on the bank is not small.

"It's my business." Alice Clyne did not want to continue chatting, "I'll go out first."

She reached for the door.

Suddenly, a 'bang' sound came from behind him. An assistant shouted worriedly, "Young Master Miller, what's wrong?"

Alice Clyne turned around, only to see Patrick Miller kneeling on one knee, with one hand holding his head, his expression in pain, his face extremely pale.

What was going on?

She was shocked.

"Medicine."

Patrick Miller said in pain as he fell to the ground.

The assistant quickly supported him and dragged him to the sofa at the side. She looked at Alice Clyne and anxiously said, "Miss, please take the medicine.

"Oh, okay."

Alice Clyne immediately walked to the side, took out two pills from the box, and poured herself a cup of water before walking to the side of the sofa.

Patrick Miller was already lying on the sofa in pain, his face extremely ugly to behold.

"How could this be?" Alice Clyne asked in astonishment.

Is he not in good health?

"Young Master Miller's head often hurts. It's nothing. The assistant said, and

helped Patrick Miller up, "I hope Miss Patrick Miller will not speak carelessly about this outside."

This concerned the privacy of the Crown Prince of Miller.

Patrick Miller was in so much pain that he couldn't say a word. He held one hand

on his head and the other hand to grab the pill in Alice Clyne's hand.

Another pill fell to the ground.

Patrick Miller's hands were trembling as he put the pill into his mouth.

Pain, like a bomb trying to destroy his whole head.

Alice Clyne bent over and brought the cup to his lips. He couldn't control himself and fell into her embrace, slanted, and grabbed her hand to drink.

The instant he neared her, the scene before his eyes suddenly turned white. It

was as if there was light flashing by and something was rushing out. This was a

feeling he had never experienced before.

He gripped her hand.

He really wanted to grab one of her fingers after another.

What is it?

What had just flashed through his mind? Just what had it been?

"Let go, I'll get more medicine for you." Alice Clyne's fingers had turned white from

his grip, she struggled to break free and pushed him towards the assistant, while

she walked towards the makeup table.

"Young Master Miller, how are you?" the assistant asked worriedly.

As Patrick Miller sat there, he felt a splitting headache coming. He felt as if he had fallen into an illusory realm, his surroundings were a field of white. Something was coming out, and even if he wanted to grab onto it, he was unable to do so.

He only caught the air.

"I took another pill."

Alice Clyne took the medicine and prepared to give it to him.

Patrick Miller did not accept it, he just sat there with his hands on his head. After a

long time, he shook his head, endured the pain and said, "No need, this medicine will take a while to recover."

"But how can Young Master Miller only take one pill? "You've been so busy with

weddings these days, and you've only taken one pill to ease it. Can you hold on?"

The assistant was worried.

"I'll hold on for a while." Patrick Miller said, his hand knocked on his forehead as

he said weakly, "The ceremony is going to start soon, I do not want Mary Clyne to

think that this wedding is incomplete."

For Mary Clyne.

He would rather hold on to his headache to make Mary Clyne have a perfect wedding. He was deeply in love with Mary Clyne.

Alice Clyne stood at the side and laughed bitterly as she held the pill in her hand.

Patrick Miller and Mary Clyne were destined to be together.

She was just an interlude, an interlude from when Patrick Miller was young.

She had originally wanted to ask what was wrong with her headache, but now it was not her turn to care.

Alice Clyne placed the medicine back in the box, and turned to look at them, "I'II be going out first."

This time, no one stopped her.

Alice Clyne walked out of the locker room. After walking a few steps, her phone

started to vibrate. She took out her phone and saw that it was William Cullen's text message.

"Where did you go?" How dare you hide from me?]

William Cullen

Alice Clyne held onto her phone, stared at the text message, and inputted it with

her finger

[I just thought of a Buddhist story.]

William Cullen's reply was simple and crude [What the hell are you thinking about?] Alice Clyne leaned against the wall and slowly typed in words.

[In the past, when a scholar's fiancee suddenly married to someone else, the

scholar was very sad. A monk him and showed him a mirror.] The scholar saw a dead woman lying naked on the beach, passing by a man who took a look at her and left; another man who took off his clothes and covered the dead woman's body and left; another man who passed by who dug a hole and carefully buried the body.]

She sent a long paragraph.

William Cullen quickly recovered

"You typed so many words and your hands did not break?" "Get over here no

matter where you are!"