My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 452

"I get annoyed whenever I see them!"

William said in displeasure as he stabbed his silver trident into the tablecloth.

Alice quietly watched his movements and frowned. Not knowing what she could say to William, she turned around and called Beverly over for dinner.

Patrick walked over from the inside, holding a bottle of top—quality red wine in his hand, he placed it on the table.

William looked up.

The two men looked at each other across the table and saw indifference and malice in each other's eyes.

Patrick looked at him coldly, then suddenly sneered, "Does Mr. Cullen still think that I'm a threat?"

"It used to be." William replied back with a cold laugh, "Now that you're involved with this drama, I just feel disgusted."

Patrick lowered his eyes and opened the cork on the wine bottle.

"However, you have done very well. You must let Alice know that the only person who truly loves her in this world is me." William pulled out the silver trident from the table and looked at him with disdain, "Because I will never be with the person who hurt her."

He still remembered clearly about Mary's previous actions of hurting Alice.

Hearing this, Patrick clenched the wooden stopper in his hand tightly, and a hint of awkwardness flashed past his eyes. After a while, he raised his head and looked at William, "But you still want to kill me quickly?"

He could tell this from William's eyes.

"Of course, I hate having bugs crawling on the ground. It can crawl in any dirty place, but it shouldn't appear in my sight."

"Wherever I go, he should be smart enough to crawl away, or else he'll be stomped to death." William's voice was as cold as ice.

Patrick poured some pure colored wine into a few clean cups, and said, "This is not China, this is only an island, and on this island, there is even a gun depot. Does Mr. Cullen not have the interest to take a look?" "You really want to provoke me?" William sneered in disdain.

Patrick no longer spoke, because Beverly and Alice had walked over. Mary had been following them with her head down the entire time, and the imprint of a palm on her face was still very obvious.

Patrick looked over, seeing the self — confidence between Alice's brows, that feeling was born.

The former Cinderella had become a princess.

The former princess had become the Cinderella.

So dramatic.

Beverly sat at the main seat, with the four young men sitting at her side. Alice and William sat at the side, facing each other.

Alice knew that William really didn't like such occasions, so she hurriedly finished her dinner. He would be able to leave the island soon.

"When I went to my house at the age of thirteen, Alice was eleven and Mary was ten." Patrick's voice was gentle as he told Beverly about the matters of their youth.

Beverly listened with relish.

"I remember one time when the three of us went shopping together, the fish jumped around and jumped onto my body. Mary was so scared, and I couldn't see it, and in the end, it was Alice who caught the fish and covered my hands with fishy fish. Patrick said.

The evening light gradually dimmed.

Mary sat at the side, adding on, her voice was extremely soft, "Since sister was young, she has always been good at taking care of people."

Alice looked at Mary, and Mary lowered her head.

Mary would never have been able to buy such words in the past, but time had truly changed a person to such an extent.

"Alice is indeed very good at taking care of people, and she is also a gentle person, so it would be best if you take care of her." Beverly was very proud upon hearing this, she then continued, "It's just that you're young and yet you're still going to buy vegetables, it's all mother's fault. I didn't even know you existed, if only I could have picked up you earlier, you would not have suffered so much pain."

"Mother, it's all in the past now."

Alice said lightly.

William sat at Alice's right-hand side. He was completely focused on food that was not made by her, he scratched on the surface of the knife in his hand and put it in his mouth.

It tasted bad.

Then he vomited again.

"Yeah, we were happy when we were kids." Patrick said, as he looked at Alice with a gentle gaze, "Do you remember one day when it was snowing and we were passing by Little Fatty's house, they were all fighting in the snow there? They all saw that I was blind so they threw snowballs at me, do you remember what you did?"

Alice did not expect Patrick to still remember this thing, she smiled lightly: "I fought back."

"More than retaliating." Patrick laughed and said to Beverly, "Aunty, do you know? Alice retaliated against them for the whole afternoon, all the way until night time, and desperately used snow balls to smash them. It was not until later, when it was snowing, that those few boys ran off the moment they saw Alice, afraid that they would be caught up by her."

"Really? I didn't think Alice had such a strong side."

Beverly laughed extremely happily when she heard his daughter's story of the past. She didn't even eat anything as she listened to Patrick's story.

"Later, when I came home and held her hand, I found that her hand was cold, and her clothes were wet and shivering, and her clothes were wet and cold against her body. She told me she didn't even have the strength to take them off."

Patrick said.

"Bam!"