My Lord, My Billionaire Master

[The 4th will be died due to hundreds and thousands of rapes]

After sending the message, she put the phone back.

The wedding ceremony ended right in front of her, and she didn't see much of it.

The happy music for the wedding sounded. Mary Clyne held Patrick Miller's arm and walked out with a smile on her face. Step by step, they only had each other in

their eyes.

Everyone applauded and gave their blessings, much more envious.

Patrick Miller's legs suddenly staggered, but he quickly steadied himself and walked forward as if nothing had happened.

No one noticed the incident, and everything went on as planned.

This wedding which was the focus of most attention would be held in The Isle of the Clouds for a full seven days, allowing the guests to enjoy themselves to the fullest.

The ceremony was over,so Alice Clyne didn't even have time to eat anything before she was pulled over to take photos.

It was time for the reporters to interview her.

Mary Clyne had already changed into a purple robe and changed her hair style. She looked even more charming and beautiful as she pulled Patrick Miller's arm and sat down on the sofa.

"Come, everyone come take a picture together."

A reporter shouted.

Alice Clyne was pulled over by her foster mother, and a group of people stood behind their sofas.

Knowing that she was Mary Clyne's sister, the reporters requested for the two sisters to take photos.

"Elder sister, come over here." Mary Clyne immediately pulled LAlice Clyne over happily and pulled her to the side.

"Elder sister, do you need to put on makeup?" Some of the photographers looked at Alice Clyne.

Mary Clyne immediately smiled and looked at Alice Clyne, knowing what that smile represented.

"No need, my skin will become sensitive the moment I put on makeup. Let's just do it like this." Alice Clyne said lightly.

Mary Clyne agreed from the side. "That's right, but you have to take photos of my sister prettier, or else I won't forgive you."

The reporters laughed.

The two of them stood by a floor lamp and took pictures.

It was first time who Alice Clyne had seen Mary Clyne smiling so sweetly to her. As expected of an actress, Alice Clyne forced herself to cooperate with her.

Mary Clyne faced the camera and pulled her hand from time to time, hugged her, and even raised her face to kiss her face.

Alice Clyne didn't have such good acting skills, so she could only smile towards the camera, the smile causing her face to stiffen.

"You're quite tactful today. Wouldn't it have been fine if you had done this earlier? You wouldn't have fallen to the situation. You can't win me, so what's the point?"

When Mary Clyne kissed her face, she said in a voice only two people could hear. Alice Clyne's smile was still frozen as she faced the camera and did not say a single word.

She only wanted Patrick Miller to regain her memories, but unfortunately, Mary Clyne didn't understand.

"Alright, Mary Clyne, now is your private interview time. Can you tell us how hard

it was to prepare for the wedding?" the reporter asked.

Mary Clyne was pulled to the side for a private interview.

Her family and friends were busy taking pictures.

Alice Clyne was finally able to relax, then she walked to the corner and poured herself a cup of water. In the light, a figure could be seen falling towards her.

She immediately reached out to support him, and when she looked carefully, she saw that Patrick Miller's face was somewhat uncomfortable as he stood there.

"Are you okay?"

Alice Clyne withdrew her hand without obvious trace.

"Maybe I haven't taken any medicine recently, so my headache is even worse than it was two days ago." Patrick Miller said, his hand pressing on his forehead in a weak voice.

"Then take a seat." Alice Clyne said as she handed the cup over to him.

"Thank you."noveldrama

Patrick Miller smiled at her, and his lips turned white.

Perhaps seeing that she really wasn't bothering him anymore, he no longer spoke to her in such a cold manner.

"I'm fine." Alice Clyne glanced at her friends and turned to leave. She did not want to stay with Patrick Miller and cause any gossip.

Giving up meant giving up completely.

Just as she was about to leave, Patrick Miller suddenly spoke out, "Excuse me, can you pour me another cup?"

Alice Clyne could only turn back and gave him another cup. Seeing him frowning, she could not help but ask: "How long has your headache been going on, is it really okay?"

"It's been like this since the surgery. Nothing much."

Patrick said, his voice was weak.

Since after surgery? It hadn't been many years, and he had been taking medicine.

Alice Clyne bit her lips, "Oh right, have you been taking this medicine? Doesn't that affect the child?"

Mary Clyne was even pregnant.

Is male medication okay?

"The doctor said it didn't matter." He raised his eyes and looked towards Alice Clyne, suddenly laughing, "I never thought that we could also talk in such a calm manner."

In his memories, the only thing he knew Alice Clyne was pestering him and he hated her.

He was also prepared to not let her make a ruckus at the wedding, but at the moment, she did not have any signs of damage.

Alice Clyne lowered her eyes,she did not say a word, and she looked over there.

Mary Clyne was currently in the middle of an interview, stroking her hair, looking at them every time she fiddled with her hair, her expression extremely strange.

Alice Clyne knew it, but she did not say anything else, and quietly walked away by herself.

Alice Clyne returned to the house in the vacation area and fed the pigeons by the window. She did not go out until night.

First, she had to keep a low profile.

Secondly, she was still low-key.

It was not good to go out and meet mary Clyne and the rest, it was even worse to go out and meet William Cullen.

The foster mother was relieved and sad that her daughter had voluntarily locked herself in her room. She secretly wiped away her tears several times. "Don't go to the dinner party, I'll help you bring the dinner over early." The foster mother came into the room with a tray.

"Thank you, mother." After Alice Clyne finished washing her hands, she sat over there. It was a fragrant steak, so she picked up her knife and fork and cut it as she said, "Mom, help me contact the boat, I'll be leaving first."

"Leaving now?" The foster mother looked at her in surprise. "But today is only the first day of the wedding."

Since tomorrow, Mary Clyne and the others had even arranged a series of events. "Yes." Alice Clyne laughed, "It doesn't matter if I'm here or not."

"But..."

"Help me contact. I still have work to do, so I want to leave early." Alice Clyne

said, She did not want to stay on this island anymore.

"Alright then."

The foster mother nodded.

Alice Clyne ate a row, and the phone beside her kept on vibrating.

"Your phone is ringing." The foster mother said.

Alice Clyne had no choice but to put down her cutlery to retrieve her phone. Her

fingertips opened it and it was another text message from William Cullen.

"Alice Clyne, you're over. You drugged me before, in your next life you will be to death by others."

"Damned woman, don't reply to me."

"Which room do you live in?"

[If you don't go back, I'll send people to check one room at a time!]

This man was really boring.

Alice Clyne couldn't even find a suitable way to describe him. Was he too idle? Why did he keep sending her messages?

She turned off her phone, ate her steak, and urged her adoptive mother to contact

the yacht and go to dinner.

It was getting late.

Outside the window, the pitch - black night was shrouded in mist. It was a unique sight to behold.

Alice Clyne packed her bag briefly, then left the house and stepped on her bicycle as she headed towards the ocean shore with the moonlight.

A burst of music came from the distance. It was the general direction of the large

hotel.

The entire building of the hotel was lit up with the words "I LOVE YOU," and it was

filled with love and blessings for the newlyweds.

Alice Clyne looked at them from afar, then rode her bicycle and left.

Dozens of yachts of all sizes were anchored on the shore. The lights were beautiful, like a diamond necklace tied to the beach at night.

"Number 23."

Alice Clyne set the bicycle aside and looked around with her backpack.

Her adoptive mother said the yacht she was contacted with number 23. She could

leave on the yacht. On the 23rd, which one was it?

Alice Clyne looked over them one by one. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a

boat with the words "Princess 23" printed on it.

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice floated toward her along the wind.

Alice Clyne's body instantly stiffened as she slowly turned around.

Not far away, an orange Lamborghini sports car stopped there. William Cullen sat

on the Driver, holding onto the steering wheel with one hand, his shirt dazzling white under the night sky. He looked at her with his black eyes, and a smile that

was not a smile appeared on his face. "M-Mr. Cullen!"

Alice Clyne smiled at him with difficulty.

Wasn't this man too elusive?

This time, he couldn't escape.

"Stuttering about what?" William Cullen stared at her with his gaze sharp, as

though he could see through everything, and his voice was cold. "How could that be? What do I have to feel guilty about?"

"For example, you're not here on my yacht, but on another one." William Cullen

exposed her thoughts.

"How is this possible!?"

Alice Clyne laughed even more, she walked towards his car, "I was looking for

your boat just now. I thought it was over there."

William Cullen sneered. He didn't refute her just like that as she walked over step

by step. However, his eyes clearly said: "Go on."

"I wonder which boat is Mr. Cullen's yacht?" Alice Clyne stood by his side and asked.

"Follow me!"

Pushing the car door open, he alighted and grabbed her arm, pulling her forward.

When she got closer,Alice Clyne realized that William Cullen 's yacht was the biggest and most exaggerated one among them all. It was white in colour and the lights were bright to the extreme. Daniel Frank and a row of bodyguards stood on top of the yacht and looked at them.

"You came on a yacht today?" Shi Xiaonian asked.

She knew that this was not Miller Family's yacht, because there was no sign of a

princess on it...

"Let's go up."

He dragged her up.

As soon as he was aboard, the yacht began to move slowly. It left the seaside and

headed deep into the sea. The surface of the sea turned into white waves, stretching out a long line.