My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 92

She was free now, but without William Cullen, she wouldn't be able to hear any content in Patrick Miller's recording.

Alice Clyne stood there dejectedly, looking at the time.

Wait a bit, she could ask when she called William Cullen. But with William Cullen's suspicious personality, he would definitely ask again.

She realized that her feelings for William Cullen was really complicated. Just as she was thinking, her phone suddenly vibrated.

She took out her phone, and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. Alice Clyne picked up the phone, "Hello?"

"It's me." Patrick Miller's gentle voice sounded beside her ear.

Patrick Miller's number.

The scene from the day at the hotel once again appeared before Alice Clyne's eyes. She lowered her head to look at her hand, and during the day, Patrick Miller had held this hand twice.

"What's the matter?" she asked into her cell phone, cursing herself for being stupid.

What else could Patrick Miller want to talk to her about? He only wanted to hear the content and take out his phone, but she still asked.

"Hur hur."

Sure enough, Patrick Miller smiled gently, "What else can I do? That phone is something that I commonly use. I have a few calls to make....is it convenient to take it out for me? I'm at the main elevator in Building A."

"Oh, okay." Alice Clyne said as she opened her backpack and took out Patrick Miller's mobile phone. Her gaze swept past the three screens, and a thought suddenly popped into her head, she immediately asked: "Patrick Miller, do you know anything about computer programs?"

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Alice Clyne ran to open the door. Patrick Miller was standing outside in casual attire. He looked as young as a university student.

Compared to the time when he was sick during the day, his complexion was much more normal.

"Come in."

Alice Clyne opened up a path.

"Yes."

Patrick Miller lowered his head and raised his foot, walking in. His gaze landed on a pair of male slippers, which were obviously a couple compared to the pair on Alice Clyne's feet.

His gaze darken.Why did he agree to enter this house himself?

It was as if he had stabbed himself twice.

Alice Clyne followed his sight and looked over, thinking that he would need to change his slippers, "There's no need to change your shoes, just come in."

Usually, no one would come in or out of the place, only her, William Cullen and Daniel Frank's slippers.

The bodyguards wouldn't come in.

Therefore, there were no shoes for the guests to take off.

"Is it convenient for me to just come in?" Patrick Miller asked, raising his eyes to look, with the light in his eyes continuously dimmed.This was the place where Alice Clyne and William Cullen lived in together.

His hand that hung at his side was clenched into a fist.

"You're just here to help me with my computer. What's so inconvenient about it?" Alice Clyne said frankly, with a glint of sincerity in her eyes.

Now that William Cullen had gone to England, she anxiously wanted to hear the contents of the secret conversation between Mary Clyne and Rosanna Tiffany.

"Alright."

Patrick Miller nodded and walked inside.

He only came here to fix the computer because she thought of him repairing the computer.

She didn't feel the uncomfortable and she invited him in the house she lived with that man .

Or could it be that in her heart, he, Patrick Miller,was already completely insensitive?

Alice Clyne invited Patrick Miller into the study room, pointed at the computer and said, "It's here, I don't know how to connect the content of your phone to this computer. I remember that Gong Ou worked pretty quickly, but I don't remember how."

"Let me try."

He said.

"Alright, then you take your time. I'll go get you a glass of water."

Alice Clyne said as she turned and walked out.

Patrick Clyne stood there and turned to look at the study room.

In the study room, other than the high-tech equipment, there were Alice Clyne's arrangements, the white tables and chairs, the pastel walls, the high heaps of Draw on the table, and the closed laptop.

It was in such an environment that she was now creating a comic book.

She was working on her favorite career with another man.

"The water is coming." Alice Clyne walked in while carrying a cup of water, and politely placed it to the side as she anxiously asked,

"How is it, do you know how to do?"