My Lord, My Billionaire Master

"Yes, young master."

The maid escorted Alice Clyne out of the door.

When the door closed, Mary Clyne looked at Patrick Miller in annoyance, "Patrick, what are you doing? Why did you have to get someone to send her off, she's not our family's VIP."

"Your hostility towards Alice is too deep. You didn't do this before."

Patrick Miller said, his gentle voice carried a trace of displeasure.

"That's because you used to hate her even more than I did, and you are now my husband. Surely I hate it when she meets you!" Mary Clyne walked in front of him, held onto his arm and said with a wronged tone, "You changed. You helped me in

the past!"

In the past, Patrick Miller hated Alice Clyne so much that he frowned whenever he talked about her.

But now it was different.

"Alright, I won't say it anymore. "She's fine right now, do you keep bringing it up?" Patrick Miller said impatiently as he struggled out of his grasp and sat on the sofa.

Mary Clyne stood there, looking at her hands that had been pushed away, then at the impatience on Patrick Miller's face, an unprecedented feeling of fear and disappointment arose in her heart.

Why did she feel that she was losing more and more control over Patrick Miller even though they were clearly married?

"Patrick, I'm sorry."

Mary Clyne pondered for a moment, then turned back to the gentle method she had used, walked over, and snuggled into Patrick Miller's embrace, speaking with a tender voice, "I just care too much about you, I'm sorry, please don't be angry okay."

"Yes."

Patrick Miller responded emotionlessly as his gaze landed on the cup on the tea table. On the side of the cup, there were still faint traces of Alice Clyne's pink lips.

"That's right, Patrick." Mary Clyne laid in his embrace, hugging his neck and rubbing it affectionately, "When are we going to get our certificate? The wedding has already been so long, and we still haven't gotten our certificate."

"I've been rather busy lately. I'll tell you later."

Patrick Miller's tone was a little perfunctory as he stared at the juice cup.

"Fine." Mary Clyne was helpless to do anything to Patrick Miller. Suddenly, she turned around and sat on his leg, looking at him flirtatiously.

Mary Clyne lightly kissed him on the face, and her fingertips moved across the outline of his face dubiously, displaying the soft methods unique to women.

Patrick Miller sat there indifferently.

Mary Clyne was a little discouraged, but she still used all of her strength to kiss his face. She pulled open his suit with one hand and reached her hand towards his collar, speaking coquettishly, "Patrick, I promise that I won't argue with you about those unworthy people anymore."

She wrapped around him like a water snake.

Few men could handle such a method.

Patrick Miller suddenly grabbed her hand, and lowered his eyes to look at her beautiful face. With a warm yet distant smile, he said, "Mary Clyne, you are pregnant, so don't be like this again."

Mary Clyne looked at him in shock, not expecting Patrick Miller to give her such a cold response in her courtship.

"I still have things to do, so I'll be leaving first."

Patrick Miller gracefully pulled up the collar of his shirt, stood up and walked out.

Mary Clyne sat on the sofa feeling like an abandoned wife. Right now, he was unwilling to even touch her...

She touched her flat belly.

Pregnant women, pregnant women, if she had known earlier, she would not have said that she was pregnant in order to get married. This became an excuse for him not to touch her.

What was going on with Patrick?

Exiting the Miller Family, Alice Clyne returned to the duplex apartment.

Alice Clyne fell onto the bed and laid down hard, letting out a long breath.

She did not dare imagine that she had really hacked into Mary Clyne's phone.

She did it.

The whole process was tense but surprisingly easy, as if she had been imperceptibly assigned to succeed.

Alice Clyne took out the small silver box from her pocket and muttered, "I know my actions are disgraceful, but I must know the truth."

Her voice was low but sure.

"Alice Clyne, get your ass out here!"

William Cullen arrogantly yelled out.

William Cullen rolled away again. Why didn't he just roll away to show her how to do it?

Alice Clyne silently cursed in her heart. Being helpless, being under the roof, she had no choice but to lower her head. In front of William Cullen, besides obedience, she could only watch as he lost his temper.

She got up from the bed and walked outside, her long hair tied in a ponytail.

Hm?

Where is William Cullen?

"Alice Clyne! "If you don't get over here, I'll break this toy for you!" William Cullen's voice once again sounded. It came from the study room he had arranged for her.

Toy?

Alice Clyne blinked her eyes in shock and walked towards the study room.

Upon entering, she saw a long-curved table in the southeast direction of the study. William Cullen was adjusting something on

the table. The three gigantic screens all lit up at the same time, and all sorts of data started to appear.

"What is this?" Alice Clyne asked blankly.

"Have you already planted the virus into your sister's phone after leaving for so long?" William Cullen stood in front of the computer, holding onto the ice cream bucket and still eating, his handsome face revealing a look of enjoyment.

He could not eat enough of the food she cooked.

Alice Clyne was surprised, "How did you know?"

Did you put a monitor on her?

"Your sister's private apartment is on the first -floor downstairs. I just found out." He just saw it from the information Daniel Frank gave her. William Cullen shot her a glance, then put the ice cream bucket down and reached his hands out to her. "Give me the silver shield."

Silver Shield?

Alice Clyne was startled, then remembered the silver box. She took it out and gave it to William Cullen, and looked at him with an unknown look.

William Cullen inserted the silver shield into the computer as another type of connection.

A lot of data immediately surfaced on the three screens, among which, one of them impressively showed Mary Clyne's contact list. Alice Clyne stood there and looked at the technology, exclaiming, "This is a whole set of theft? Listening tools?"

With these, he could completely pay attention to Mary Clyne's news.

This was a console.

"Yes." William Cullen pointed to the earphones at the side, "This is stealing. "Listen, you can see the text messages, photos, and all the information in her phone here."

Saying that, William Cullen moved his mouse and opened up a photo gallery.

Mary Clyne's photo gallery was mostly her self-portrait, work art photos, and even pictures of her and Patrick Miller together. William Cullen immediately closed the photo and said with disdain, "She looks so ugly."

William Cullen had always been aggressive towards Mary Clyne's looks.

"I'll add a little more program in. As long as her phone is connected to the computer, everything in the computer will be controlled by this place." William Cullen said as he placed the ice cream bucket down, and used one hand to swipe the display.

The computer can control it too?

Alice Clyne stood there with her mouth slightly agape, staring at William Cullen

who was quickly moving his fingers in shock.

In his eyes, there must be no privacy in this world.

He could actually call out anything.

Seeing that she did not say anything, William Cullen reached out his arms and pulled her to his side, hugging her in his embrace. His lips curled up proudly, "How about it, this new set of toys can make your revenge that ugly little sister, you can play with it for a while."

Such a high-tech thing became a toy in his mouth.

"I think so."

Alice Clyne replied awkwardly.

'Revenge? Forget it, let's just let him think that she is taking revenge. 'If she said that it was to investigate the truth, then he would probably be annoyed.

But she didn't know if she could hear the truth from this, but if Mary Clyne was really related to what happened three years ago, then some clues would pop up. Just like how Mary Clyne and Rosanna Tiffany had a secret meeting in a remote town, she had accidentally discovered this.

"Then how are you going to thank me?" William Cullen said while holding her.

Alice Clyne, who was in his embrace, was carrying the weight of his arm on her shoulder. Hearing what he said, she rolled her eyes, 'Tm going to make you a delicious meal?"

This virus program had indeed helped her a lot.

"That doesn't count."

He ate what she cooked every day.

"I'll give you more Ice cream with different tastes?"

"No."

"Then when you are in fitness, should I bring you a cup of tea?" She could have

been a maid.

"No."

"Then what do you want?" Alice Clyne really couldn't think of anything else she could plunder for him, she only had this little bit of ability.

William Cullen hugged her and looked down at her. His pupils were pitch-black and deep, giving off an unfathomable illusion as the thin lip slowly pursed its lips.

Alice Clyne met his gaze and faintly felt a sense of unease.

What was he thinking about?

"Choose any you like, in the deep sea, in the wilderness or on desk." William

Cullen stared at her deeply, his voice low and sexy.

"Why?"

Alice Clyne did not understand.

"You can choose more." William Cullen raised his eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" Alice Clyne was at a loss, but there was a voice at the

bottom of her heart that told her that it was definitely not a good thing, that it was definitely not a good choice.

"Hurry up and choose!" If you don't, I'll just assume that you're the one who picked all of them! "I'm counting down." William Cullen was very impatient with her hesitation. He embraced her body, lifted the thin lip slightly, and immediately

started counting down. "5, 3, 1

"Let's go to the wilderness then."

Alice Clyne immediately chose, if she did not choose, then she would choose all.

What did the deep-sea mean? It wasn't like she knew how to dive into the deep

sea.

The drawing desk was very important to her, and she didn't know what he wanted

to do, so she definitely couldn't choose.

Only the wilderness was left.

"Wilderness?" To her answer, William Cullen smirked, and scanned her up and

down, "That's why I said, deep in your heart you are very open-minded. I thought you would choose desk."

Alice Clyne looked at him carefully, "What are you trying to do exactly?"

Why was the wilderness open?

"Tell me, what else can I do?" William Cullen raised his eyebrows, his voice incomparably sexy.

"Alice Clyne was confused.noveldrama

William Cullen lowered his head, nibbled on her lips, and let go of her hand,

"Alright, you play with your toy here slowly, I'll go and see which field is more

suitable for us."

What's suitable for it?

What was he trying to do?

Alice Clyne watched him leave with a baffled expression.

What was he trying to do?

His phone suddenly vibrated. Alice Clyne took out her phone.

Alice Clyne asked, "Editor, how is your husband? Is he better now? I haven't

visited you yet."

Last time William Cullen beat up Anna's editing husband, Brother Li, he was still recovering from his injuries.