My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 190

William nodded with a cold face.

The hypnotist started playing the melodious piano music, lowering his eyes to look at Alice, smiling as he said, "Miss Clyne, then we will begin. You just need to relax, close your eyes and treat it as a dream."

Alice obeyed her and closed her eyes, lying on the massage chair.

This massage chair was different from the usual one. It was extremely soft, so soft that it made one want to sleep. Under the hypnotist's instruction, her body gradually relaxed ...

It was not too difficult, under the faint sound, Alice slowly entered into a hypnotized state.

Everything was real.

She came to that large shopping mall. The surroundings were familiar.

She looked around. There were many people looking at her and staring at her with eyes full of accusation and contempt...

It was as if she had made a terrible mistake.

She suddenly wanted to retreat, but a voice told her to keep going, all the way to the hat counter, where a fat middle - aged woman stood, a saleswoman.

She was afraid, she resisted, but she kept moving forward.

The employee took hold of her hand and started to criticize her, "Your parent raised you. How can you steal your sister's husband?"

No.

It's not like that.

She struggled as hard as she could, and the employee auntie threw her phone in front of her. Then, she saw the press conference that Mary and her adoptive parents held together.

She walked back to the press conference.

There were too many lights at the scene. Mary was crying, her adoptive father was cursing, and even her adoptive mother, who always doted on her, was crying as well.

"Alice has always been jealous of flute since she was young, she has everything that Mary has, and some Mary doesn't have as well."

"Today, I'm not afraid of making my family's embarrassment more exposed, so I raped them. I caught Alice and Patrick in bed three times! At that time, Mary was still pregnant, and she was so stimulated that even her children fell off."

No.

She did not.

Why did they say that? Weren't they her parents?

Those were the parents who had raised her for many years.

Even if they weren't related by blood, could they still slander her like this? Would they be able to slander her just for their own daughter?

Wasn't she their daughter?

How could they do that?

She stood at the press conference, looking at her adoptive parents, watching every word they were saying push her into the mud

In the treatment room.

The hypnotist was hinting at Alice, "What are they saying, they are slandering you. Your parents don't want you anymore. They only want their own daughter."

Alice lied on the massage chair, both of her bound hands were struggling, desperately struggling. Her face gradually turned pale white, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her lips trembled.

Her emotions were agitated.

William sat on the sofa at the side and stared straight at Alice with her pair of black eyes, which were filled with red.

Seeing Alice trying to struggle, he really wanted to rush forward and interrupt the hypnotist.

But he can' t do it, if she were to be interrupted, it would also cause damage to Alice.

Alice's lips were trembling uncontrollably. Under her closed eyelids, her eyeballs were constantly moving, as more and more perspiration covered her face.

William's body involuntarily leaned forward; his ten fingers crossed over his lower jaw. The strength in his fingers was so strong that they turned white, revealing his current nervousness ...

She was repeating the pain she had suffered.

Alice was led by her adoptive parents into listening to the press conference. His heart felt like it was being grinded into a meat grinder, she was in so much pain that she couldn't feel anything.

Suddenly, the scene changed and she was back at the huge shopping mall.

The mall's lighting was very bright, and the colorful balloons that were used for activities were floating in the air. It was a very beautiful scene.

However, more and more people rushed towards her, surrounding her and preventing her from leaving.

She wanted to go.

They all opened their mouths to scold her.

What had she done wrong?

She didn't know what she did wrong. She was wrong to let her foster mother and Mary be investigated by the police, but they drugged her. Can't she do that?

It was wrong that she should not know Patrick, but from the very beginning, she was the one taking care of Patrick.

Why did everyone now stand on the moral high ground and accuse her?

Was she really wrong?

What was her mistake?

Why no one would listen to her properly, why no one would let her explain, why no one would believe her after listening to one side of her story.

"Bang!"

Someone poured milk over her, cold milk running down her hair.

No.

When she looked up, she saw that all the people had surrounded her like wild beasts. Their eyes were all fierce, and every single one of their faces was desperately moving. Their ears were filled with insults and curses.

No.

She covered her ears with her hands and backed away in pain, but there were others behind her, so she had to hold her head and slowly crouch down.