My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 451

Her feelings of apology to Patrick was enough to influence her judgement.

Seeing Alice's expression waver a little, Beverly continued, "Patrick had told us that when he said that he would come to this position today, he would not hope that you could turn around. He only wanted Mary to accompany him by his side. If he can't get someone he loves, it's good to have someone who loves him."

Alice could no longer refute her. Patrick had suffered too many deep injuries because of her. After circling around in the air, he was back together with Mary.

For matters of the heart, regardless of whether that person was good or bad, only those who were willing would be willing to do so.

"Mother, on account of Patrick, I will be merciful to Mary." Alice made her decision, looked at Beverly, and said, "But, in the future, other than Patrick bringing her, she will come here alone to accompany you no matter what, don't believe it, and don't let her get onto the island, okay?"

"It seems that she must have hurt you deeply. You are so wary of her." Beverly said, then she nodded her head and caressed her face, "Don't worry, I know what to do."

"Yes."

Alice nodded.

After sprinkling the water, she turned around and left. When she returned to the front of the house, Alice heard William's laughter.

It was a very cold laugh.

Alice did not enter the door, and walked in the direction of the voice.

The sunset glow dyed the entire island in red. Everything was covered by a layer of red light like the leaves of a maple. It had a special artistic conception and was as beautiful as the fairyland in the legends.

Alice walked over and saw an unbelievable scene. William was sitting on a chair with an elegant and noble posture, while Mary was kneeling in front of him. Her hair was still stained with coffee, and her face was pale white.

Her legs were kneeling down, and below her laid a row of long thorny plants, the plants were cut open like the leaves of a cactus, they were laid out like this under Mary's legs, and as long as Mary could not hold on, she would kneel down on top of the thorns.

Mary was kneeling just like that, cold sweat trickling down her face.

"What are you doing, William?"

Alice walked over in shock and said.

"You're finally back." When William saw her, he immediately reached out and pulled her into his embrace. He buried his face into her neck and breathed in deeply, letting out a sigh of satisfaction, "If you still don't come back, I'll be so bored to death."

Bored, so he tormented Mary?

"Stop playing around. My mother will be right over. Let her up." Alice said.

"Just let her get up like that?" William frowned in dissatisfaction, he lowered his eyes and looked at Mary who was kneeling on the ground, his voice instantly becoming cold, "I remember I instructed you to live in that small country your entire life, how dare you come out like that?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen." Mary trembled as she apologized.

Alice sat on William's lap, and looked at him.

Mary had really changed a lot, if she wasn't pretending.

"Patrick must have saved you." William sneered, "Do you think you can stand up?"

"If sister doesn't forgive me, I won't be able to get up."

Mary said in a trembling voice.

"Very good, very sensible." William said coldly, "Do you know how I originally wanted to handle you? I was originally planning to use a few homeless people to serve you well."

Mary could not help but tremble as tears streamed down her face.

"I said you were a bitch."

William said in a teasing tone.

Hearing this, Mary propped herself up on the ground, and raised her hand to slap herself on the face, "I am a bitch, I deserve it, I am a prostitute."

As she spoke, she struck herself in the face. Obviously, she had been taught by William, so she did not hold back at all.

Alice looked at her in shock and stood up from William's legs. Just as she was about to speak, a cold voice came over, "Are you done playing around?"

Hearing the voice, Alice and William turned their heads at the same time.

On the stone path, Patrick stood under a tree. He was dressed in a red suit with the setting sun, his figure was long and slender, with short brown hair. His usually gentle face was currently as cold as snow, staring coldly at them.

Seeing Patrick, a cold intent flashed past William's eyes as he looked at him coldly.

" Patrick."

Alice whispered his name.

Patrick looked at her coldly, then walked over with large strides and picked Mary up from the ground. She trembled uncontrollably in his arms, like a frightened little deer, and her face was filled with fear.

William sat there and sneered, his gaze full of disdain as he looked at him, "Young Master Miller can even take a fancy to this kind of bitch? Oh, I forgot, you were married to a bitch before. "One is a stray dog, the other is bitch, a perfect match."

His words were poisoned.

The bitterness seeped into Patrick bones.

Patrick's face was extremely ugly.

Alice extended her hand out from her back and gestured towards William, indicating that he should stop saying.

William snorted coldly. He did not see it, but still looked at Patrick with ridicule. Just as he was about to open his mouth, Alice interrupted him, "Didn't you say that you were busy, why are you here?"