My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 468

Transferred from Brown Family

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Leon Doctor stood outside for a while, and when he walked in, he saw a scene like this.

There were many documents that had been flipped over on the floor. William sat at his desk and flipped through the pages with his fingers.

"Mr. Cullen."

Leon Doctor placed a cup of coffee on the table.

William didn't even raise his head as he said coldly, "Take it out. You don't need to bring anything.I don't want to sleep here anymore." "Mr. Cullen, what does that mean?" Leon Doctor frowned.

William flipped through a document in his hands, buckled it, and casually threw it on the ground. He looked up at him with a hint of disdain in his eyes, "What do you think?

"I do not understand what the Mr. Cullen wants to do. I will not think of a way to save Mr.Brown.Instead,I will look at the information that the Young Master Miller has read for the past month.

Leon asked, his gaze sweeping the documents.

"How do you know it won't help?"

William sneered and flipped open another document.

"Mr. Cullen looks at the documents so quickly and it only has two results at once. Don't tell me he still remembers?" Leon asked.

He had already been observing William for a long time. From the beginning, William occupied the office of the Young Master Miller, and ordered people to send over all the information the Young Master Miller had seen.

The speed at which he looked at the documents was so fast that it was as though he was flipping pages,and he could suspect that William had read all of the contents.

"You'll know when I finish." William's face turned cold and said coldly, "Now, take your coffee and get out!"

Seeing that, Leon picked up the cup on the table and left. Before he left, he glanced at the information on the floor.

William was naturally intelligent, and by the age of twenty, his own N.E. mobile phone system had become a popular throughout the world, leading the technological progress of the entire world.

If William continued to stay here, it was hard to say what he would not notice.

William sat at his desk and continued flipping through the documents, some of them casually thrown to the ground by him, some of them placed on the table by him, with one hand on the keyboard, and he quickly typed.

The tiredness gathered in the time.

"Alice, pour me a cup of water."

William blurted out.

After he finished speaking, William realized that Alice was not by his side.

He pulled at his tie and looked around. Suddenly, he saw a painting on the wall.

In the picture of a snowy scene, a pure white scene, a snowy battle between a young man and a young girl, the two of them laughing exceptionally happily.

For some reason, when William looked at the drawing, he felt that it was extremely eye -catching, and it pricked his entire body, making him uncomfortable.

He got up from his desk and walked over to the wall. Lifting his hand, he took the painting down and smashed it against the corner of the desk.

The picture frame glass shattered.

The painting was broken.

"Bam."

William casually threw the painting aside. Seeing that a crack had appeared between the young man and woman in the painting, he finally felt comfortable in his chest.

He walked back to his desk and looked down at the papers on it.

Work.

Only after he finished this would he be able to meet with Alice.

A little longer after she left him, he felt uncomfortable, as if something were missing from his body.

William opened the document and wanted to continue looking at it, but the door was pushed open again, and it was Patrick this time.

Patrick stood there, and the moment he entered, his gaze fell on the destroyed picture, and his face turned slightly pale. He walked towards William and placed a mobile phone on the table, "This is Alice's phone."

In here, all the communication equipment was kept.

Contacts would also be closely monitored by a department.

William looked at him coldly, then picked up the phone and placed it by his ear, "Alice."

His voice was low and magnetic, and his tone was gentle.

Patrick walked to the side, bent down and picked up the painting on the ground, covering the cracks on it with his hands, as though the painting was not damaged at all.

"William, are you tired? Have you ever rested?"

Alice's heartbroken voice sounded in William's ears.

"It doesn't matter whether you rest or not." William lazily leaned against the back of the chair and looked at Patrick with contempt, "There's someone who probably won't be able to rest well soon anyway."

Wait until he finds out everything.

Soon.

Patrick stood there,and his expression did not change.

Alice did not understand what he meant, and did not ask further, but said: "William, come back first, you have to return home."

Hearing this, William's black eyes trembled, "Why?"

"There's a big loophole in N.E. 's cellphone system. The people in the country can't fix it, so you have to go back yourself." Alice said in a low voice.

"A loophole?"