My Lord, My Billionaire Master

"Ah ah ah!"

Several waiters screamed and looked at the scene in horror.

Since the people who lived in Port of Heaven were all upper class, the waiter did not dare to criticize Alice Clyne, and could only ask, "Miss, do you want to take care of all of these for you?"

To damage so many rich fragments, even if they lost money, they still wouldn't be able to compensate.

Alice Clyne stood there, unmoving.

She was not afraid of doing wrong, not afraid of embarrassment, but she did not want to be in front of Patrick Miller.

But Patrick Miller did not do as she wished, and instead watched the scene unfold from the sidelines.

He stepped forward and pointed to the plate with the butterfly pattern on it. It was now broken into several pieces.

"250 thousand USD."

The waiter announced the price.

If one plate was 250 thousand USD, then the broken plates on the floor would

have to be compensated by a few million USD.

Alice Clyne's body became even more stiff.

Patrick Miller looked at her coldly. Her face was pale white.

"I'll compensate for you. From today onwards, don't let me see you again, and don't come harass Mary Clyne and me again. This is for the money you disappeared into. " Patrick Miller said as he took out a black card from his pocket and handed it over to the waiter.

This is for the money you disappeared into.

She had done so many things for that memory of the past, and all she had gotten was the result of him buying her and disappearing.

"Everything about me has nothing to do with you. Please leave."

Alice Clyne stopped his actions.

Patrick Miller sneered in disdain, "You wouldn't be able to afford to pay for these plates even if you painted your entire life. "Clever, you should beg me now."

"That's my business." Alice Clyne met his gaze, his gaze stubborn. "Back then, when I pestered you, it was my business; if I gave up, it was also my business, it would never have anything to do with you, you don't need to buy it with money."

Accepting this kind of money was an insult to the memories of the past.

This was her last pride in front of Patrick Miller.

She had to give it up beautifully, not for money.

Patrick Miller was agitated by the stubbornness in her eyes, so he kept his wallet and coldly said, "Fine, if you go to jail for this, it'll let me have some peace."

With that, Patrick Miller turned and left without looking back.

What was left behind were pieces of a wolf's corpse and Alice Clyne, who had long since broken into pieces.

Only after Patrick Miller left did the attendants realize that this woman, Alice Clyne, could not afford to pay.

"You are just a pauper wandering around porcelain gallery. Is there something wrong with your head?"

"Hurry up and compensate me with money! I'll keep it in mind. It should be around two million, hurry up and compensate me with money!"

"Why aren't you saying anything? If you don't,

I'll call the police!"

"Did you know that you would cause us to lose our jobs?!"

Alice Clyne stood there, looking at Patrick Miller's figure that was getting further and further away, being pushed to the wall by the two waiters, causing her to feel pain.

However, she didn't have the strength to resist.

Seeing that, the attendant became even more hysterical, cursing while ripping off Alice Clyne's clothes, trying to get the bank card from her.

Someone was calling the police.

Alice Clyne remained indifferent. She really couldn't afford to compensate these things, she could only go to jail.

"I have seen many women like you. From Mr. Miller's tone, you must have pestered him quite a bit, adoring him for his vanity.

"That's right, Mr. Miller's fiancee is Mary Clyne. She's a big star, take a look at what you have."

"You aren't even fit to carry Mary Clyne's shoes."

"That's right, Mr. Miller isn't blind, do you think that just because you chased all

the way to Port of Heaven, he would take a fancy to you? "Who do you think you are!"

These words deeply provoked Alice Clyne.

Mr. Miller isn't a blind, who do you think you are!

Mr. Miller isn't a blind, who do you think you are!

"William Cullen."

Alice Clyne who had always been silent suddenly spoke out.

The waiter, who was about to tear off her clothes, stopped his actions and cursed.

He was stunned for a moment before asking, "What did you say?"

"William Cullen."

Alice Clyne looked at the waiters who had surrounded her, and said word by word, "William Cullen will pay for me, I can compensate you."

Everyone was stunned.

On the other side, Port of Heaven's Building A had a 1st floor, and at the end of it was an extremely large mansion that was close to 1200 square meters.

Patrick Miller walked in from outside and the maid waiting at the door immediately brought out her slippers, bowing her head respectfully and saying, "Young Master, you're back."

"Yes."

Patrick Miller replied indifferently, he put on his slippers and walked towards the direction of the living room.

The living room was decorated brilliantly like a western palace. This was Mary Clyne's request, and she liked to be treated like a princess.

The news was on the big screen.

In the middle of the living room, Mary Clyne was practicing on a blanket wearing a black yoga dress, slowly breathing in and out, her two slender legs moving like a water snake.

"You're pregnant, don't do this."

Patrick Miller took off his suit and handed it over to the maid girl beside him, then squatted down and said gently.

"I'm just afraid that you'll despise me if I lose my figure."

Mary Clyne sat on the blanket, her eyes filled with grief and sorrow.

"How could that be? We're all going to get married, what are you thinking?" Patrick Miller reached out to stroke her head, then walked to the sofa and sat down, taking out his wallet to the side.

The wallet.

I wonder how Alice Clyne is doing right now, or if she was sent to the Police station, why would a girl stay in that place like that.

He really was trying to be brave.

At that time, even if she had given him some soft words, he wouldn't have just stood by and saved her.

Realizing that he was thinking about Alice Clyne, Patrick Miller frowned.

"What else can I think? Don't forget, we have a sister between us." Mary Clyne stood up from the blanket, sat beside him and snuggled into his embrace.

She mentioned Alice Clyne again.

"She was never among us."

Patrick Miller said coldly, and wrapped his arms around her slim body.

Seeing him being so cold, Mary Clyne was happy, but he still complained coquettishly, "Why is she not here anymore? She's been bothering you since you recovered your eyesight. It's been six years."

Men were most afraid of women who pestered and pestered them the most. Whenever she brought it up, Patrick Miller would feel even more disgust towards

Alice Clyne.

Hearing this, Patrick Miller's face did not show any expression, his eyes drooped slightly as he looked at the ground without focus.

Six years.

This was the first time he heard this number. His first reaction was not to hate it,

but to think that Alice Clyne had actually endured for six years.

"Mary Clyne."

"Hmm?" Mary Clyne replied sweetly.

"Before I lost my memories, were Alice Clyne and I really as good as she said?"

Patrick Miller looked at the woman in his arms and asked.

Otherwise, how could a woman last for six years?

Hearing that, the smile on Mary Clyne's face froze, and she looked at Patrick

Miller almost in fear, "What's wrong? You're beginning to feel differently about her, aren't you? Why do you ask such a question? OK, even if you were so nice before, what do you want? With her?"

She grabbed him by his shirt.

Patrick Miller sensed her nervousness and couldn't help but laugh, "What are you thinking about? You're the only one I love."

"Really?"

Mary Clyne was terrified.

"Mary Clyne, you are not such an unconfident person." Patrick Miller stared at her beautiful face and said.

"Elder sister has pestered you for so many years, how can I be confident?" Mary Clyne said as his eyes moistened. He looked at in fear, looking pitiful and pitiful.noveldrama

"Idiot."

Patrick Miller chuckled, and lowered his face to kiss her lips, "Don't think too much, it will affect the baby in your stomach."

"Yes."

Mary Clyne moaned softly as she endured his kiss. A pair of slender arms slowly climbed onto his neck and sat on his body.

The sound of the news came from the television. It was a special report on the prison environment, and it was the most commonly used word for it.

As Patrick Miller listened, the kiss became a little stiff. Soon enough, Mary Clyne

took the initiative to kiss him, teasing him.

The servants backed away, leaving them some privacy.

Outside the porcelain gallery -

A few commercial vehicles slowly entered the Port of Heaven and stopped in front

of the gate.

The bodyguards quickly got out of the car.

William Cullen pushed the car door open and got off, expressionlessly walking

into the porcelain gallery. When he turned his head, he saw Alice Clyne standing

by the wall with her head lowered.

Alice Clyne stood by the wall and raised her pale face to see William Cullen's

ashen face.

She was stunned.

Why did he come in person?

She was calling Daniel Frank to borrow money, why would William Cullen come

here? Wasn't he supposed to be meeting at the main company?

"Mr. Cullen!"

A few servants recognized William Cullen and immediately rushed forward.

William Cullen didn't even spare them a glance as he walked towards Alice Clyne.

His slender hands grabbed onto her wrists tightly: "Who did you do this to?" "Please lend money to me!"

"I'm asking you, who did this to you?" William Cullen glared at her with a dark expression, "Don't talk nonsense with me."

Who else could it be? Isn't it obvious?

Alice Clyne raised her eyes and looked at the few waiters, who were immediately

scared until their legs went soft.

Everyone knew who William Cullen was, even those who could read the news.

William Cullen turned his head, his eyes maliciously sweeping over those faces,

and the corner of his mouth suddenly curled up. "Very good."

He raised his leg and kicked the wooden frame in front of him.

There was a crisp sound, followed by the sound of porcelain breaking into pieces.

"Bang!"

William Cullen said coldly.

The bodyguards that followed closely immediately spread out in the shop, pushing

down all the wooden shelves and cabinets, and shattering all the porcelain.

The waiter screamed and huddled together in fright.

"What are you doing?" Alice Clyne looked at William Cullen in shock.

She had asked him to borrow money, not destroy workshop.

"Shut up, useless woman. You can't even handle such a small matter!" William

Cullen glared at her in displeasure, his eyes sharp like an arrow.

Alice Clyne's wrist ached from his grip.

After a short while, the art workshop of the porcelain gallery turned into a sea of

fragments.

Alice Clyne stared at it in a daze, her brain unable to estimate its worth.

It should be a great deal of money.

"Young master, it's done." The bodyguards lowered their heads.

"Call the boss of porcelain gallery. Tell him that his waiters destroyed his shop!" As

William Cullen spoke, her expression turned cold and her black eyes darkened.