My Lord, My Billionaire Master

"—I'm in Underground parking lot, come over here." Patrick ended his call.

Alice was stunned. It took her a long time to react that she pushed open the door and anxiously ran out.

She took the elevator and directly arrived at Underground parking lot.

The Underground parking lot was huge and empty. Alice looked around.

Patrick stood in front of his Porsche and waved at her. She immediately ran over

and asked anxiously, "Is that child really William's?"

Patrick stood in front of her, and his gaze swept her urgency. The smile on his face froze, and he didn't say a single word.

"Hurry up and tell me, is what you found accurate or not?"

Alice asked.

Patrick's lips moved gloomily, "I thought you would be happy to hear this news."

However, from her look, she didn't seem excited at all.

It made him uncomfortable.

"Why should I be happy?"

"Because you said it before, William came to find you for the sake of his child." Patrick said, "Now that his real child has appeared, shouldn't you be happy? You can get away now, right?"

Alice was speechless, and the light in her eyes dimmed.

That's right, she should be happy to hear such news. She could finally tell William out loud that he had made a mistake, and the person he was looking for was not her.

She could tell William to find his real child and not force her to have a baby.

She should be happy.

But what was stuck in her heart and made her uncomfortable?noveldrama

"What are you thinking?" Patrick looked at her and asked.

Alice's lips moved, and asked, "I just want to know, is your information accurate?"

"Nope." Patrick said honestly, "I had originally planned to investigate everything thoroughly before telling you, but yesterday ..."

Thinking of the kiss in the alley last night,

Patrick stared deeply at her and stopped talking for a moment.

Alice did not look into his eyes.

Patrick's face immediately became somewhat pale, "I was worried that you would think of calling the police again, so I decided to tell you first, in case you think I haven't done anything."

Alice was startled, her fingers tightly griping the bag in her hands. She had been prepared to pull Daniel along to report to the police.

She didn't think that he would suddenly mention the matter regarding the child.

"Should we go and verify it together?" Patrick took a step back and opened the car door, looking at her with a gentle gaze.

Alice stood there without moving.

Patrick did not urge her, and waited quietly.

For a long time, Alice walked forward step by step and sat in his car.

There was no expression on her face. There was a complicated look in her eyes. She didn't know what she was going to do.

On the way, Alice remembered what Mary and Rosanna had a secret meeting at the hotel.

Rosanna said that she had something up her sleeve that she shouldn't be killed by William, and they had even discussed the matter with each other earlier, so Rosanna knew that William wanted to have a child ...

Now that she thought about it, everything seemed to be in order.

It was likely that Rosanna was quite frightened by what happened three years ago and was afraid of William, so even now, she still did not dare to recklessly carry the child out.

Patrick drove steadily, turning his head to glance at her from time to time.

Every time he looked at her, he felt she was distancing herself from him.

His hand tightened on the steering wheel, his lips tightened, and his narrow eyes dark.

These things had to be solved, and the sooner the better.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to find the past.

The journey was very long. Patrick drove the car into the suburbs, and stopped in front of a two story white building. There were many plants growing in front of the building, flourishing under the sunlight.

Alice looked up and realized that the second floor's window was where the photos were taken.

In front of the building stood ten bodyguards, each of them with their hands behind their back, guarding the entire small courtyard.

Patrick stopped the car.

The bodyguards immediately strode over and stood in front of the car, respectfully bowing their heads. "Young Master."

They were Patrick's people.

Alice looked at Patrick in puzzlement and Patrick explained in a gentle voice, "I sent people to follow Rosanna for two days and discovered that she was preparing to leave the country when Mary successfully extorted her a sum of money. Thus, I sent people to stop her and keep her in this house."

Hearing that, Alice looked at him in shock.

He placed Rosanna under house arrest?

"I really want to help you, Alice." Patrick looked at her steadily, "I am not trying to

please you. I have my own thoughts, so I hope you can trust me."

His tone was gentle, without the slightest hint of aggression, and it was

completely different from William's usual words.

It was hard to not believe.

Alice understood that if he did not want to help her, then he would not have investigated this matter.

"Sorry." Alice got off the car and apologized to Patrick lightly, "But I can do it by myself, you have no reason to help me."

Yesterday's kiss in the alley still choked her.

She did not want to have too Millerch interaction with a married Patrick, because that was something that she could accept.

"I want to help you." Patrick said with a gentle tone full of stubbornness, "If you

don't want me to do that, then I'll help you whatever."

"Come on, let's go in and meet your old classmate."

Patrick said.

Alice nodded and followed Patrick inside.

The bodyguards immediately moved forward, opening the white archway door.

The arrangement of the building gave off the smell of Rosanna, clean and fresh with a strong sense of literature and art.

Once inside, Alice realized that there were still bodyguards inside, all of them were standing straight with no expression. Her gaze swept across the phone on the cabinet, the line was off.

It was indeed a state of house arrest.

Suddenly, a child's cry was heard from upstairs.

Child.

Alice felt as if a needle had ruthlessly stabbed into her, and her body felt an indescribable pain.

She glanced in the direction of the stairs and stopped.

"Why aren't you leaving?" Patrick looked at her.

Alice pursed her lips but did not say anything, and continued to head upstairs.

In the clean living room, five or six bodyguards stood with their hands behind their

back.

On the sofa in the living room, Rosanna was wearing her usual clothes and was holding a little boy and wiping his tears.

Rosanna was flustered. She looked like a housewife with a disheveled face.

Alice stood there.

Patrick stopped by her side.

"Alright, be good and stop crying." As Rosanna coaxed the little boy, she suddenly realized that something was wrong. She lifted her face and met Alice's gaze.

Alice looked at her coldly.

Rosanna then looked at Patrick who was beside her, "It's you who have placed me under house arrest."

It was obvious that Rosanna only now knew who it was that had placed her under house arrest.

"Is this your child?"

Alice's gaze fell on the little boy who was wailing non-stop. The boy looked like was two or three years old, crying until his facial features were unclear. Hearing that, Rosanna's eyes showed fear. She stood up and pulled the little boy behind her, and stared at her, "You ..."

"Are you curious about my appearance here?" Alice sneered, "I thought that you wouldn't be surprised. After all, there are things that you have to return after doing, no?"

"What are you trying to say?"

Rosanna asked with a guilty tone.

The little boy also seemed to sense that something was wrong. He stopped crying

and looked at them in confusion.

"Do you still want to pretend?" Alice asked.

"Do you really think that what you've done can go unnoticed?" Alice said indifferently, as she walked towards her, "Three years ago, you helped my sister

trap me, and even blames yourself for doing such a despicable thing to me. You made me bear the blame for you for three years."

This time, Rosanna's face was even more bloodless. She stared at her in a daze, "You know about it already?"

"Should I not know?" Alice laughed sarcastically, "Do you think you can hide this from me for the rest of my life?"

Patrick did not interrupt them, band the bodyguard brought a chair over.

Patrick sat down, his eyes staring straight at Alice, not moving away from her at

all.

Helping her gave him a little more time to look at her, and he's content.

"No, no." Rosanna shook her head with all her might, her eyes instantly becoming

wet. She looked at her guiltily, "I'm sorry, Alice, I'm sorry."

Alice glared at her, "Don't cry, your tears will only make me feel that it's fake."

She would not sympathize.

"Sorry, sorry."

"Your apology is too cheap for me." Did you think about it when you framed her?

Tears streamed down her face, and Rosanna's voice trembled violently, "I really needed the money at that time. My father was still undergoing chemotherapy, you know, I couldn't do anything about it. Your sister gave me sixty thousand, and I

was tempted."

Sixty thousand.

Because sixty thousand, her friends sold her out.

Alice could not help but laugh. She suddenly felt that the feelings between women

were extremely weak, because it was not worth men or money.

Rosanna had firmly told her that they were good friends.

"Why do you need so many excuses?" Alice looked at her tears coldly, "If you

really had no other choice, you wouldn't climb onto William's bed."

Hearing that, Rosanna's face looked even more ashamed, and said in an extremely low voice, "I just want to see if I can get to the Wealthy Class, that way I

can pay Dad a huge amount of money for the surgery."

"Can a single word of 'Father' wash you clean?"

Alice asked indifferently.

It wasn't because she was cold-blooded, but because she felt that any reason

shouldn't be used to cleanse the world.

"I know, what I did was unforgivable." Rosanna choked with sobs. She looked at

her with teary eyes, "What do you want to do?"

"Turn yourself in and let everyone know what happened that year."

Alice firmly spat out these two words from her lips.

Rosanna was stunned, so she looked at her in shock, "Alice!"

"What? Scared?"

"You also could not to turn yourself in." Alice laughed, "When I go back, I will tell

William who it was that drugged him. I wonder how well you know about William's methods?"