My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 171

I —mmediately, Zoey was taken away by the police officers forcefully.

Alice was still standing there with an indifferent expression.

Mary was also dragged away by the police, and she shouted at Patrick, "Patrick, save me. You will definitely regret not saving me today!

"I regret too many things. I don't mind having one more."

Patrick said indifferently.

He regretted being controlled by Mary and Zed for six years; he regretted not being able to remember everything at the first moment.

"You will regret it!"

Mary shouted as she was dragged out by the police.

The room became quiet. Alice was still standing like a puppet. Patrick sat on the bed and looked at her with his narrow and long eyes, "Alice, come here."

Alice did not move. Her eyes were unfocused and her clothes were still stained with blood from her foster mother's hands.

"Come here."

Patrick called out to her again. Seeing that she was not moving, he frowned, reached for the blanket and pulled it away to get off the bed.

Seeing that, Alice regained her senses, walked over to him and asked indifferently: "What's wrong?"

"Sit down."

Patrick patted on the sickbed.

As Alice sat down, he reached out to press his hand on her shoulder, while his another hand was still receiving the IV drip.

His fingers were warm.

Patrick stared deeply at her, his voice gentle as he looked at her face. "It's alright, Alice, life has many tomorrow, so you will only have to move further and further away from us."

Alice was startled, but when she looked into his eyes, she forced a smile, "I'm fine. Actually I wasn't forced by a man, I was just lying to my mother."

Patrick thought that she was tricked last night.

"Really? That's good." Patrick smiled and looked at her worriedly, "Then what happened to you?"

"I feel so sad."

"Is there really that much of a difference between a biological person and a non -biological person?" Alice said, "I was ignored again and again, and Mary has always been forgiven for doing wrong. But now, even my foster mother drugged me for Mary's sake."

Even if the foster mother thought it was sleeping pills, wasn't she afraid of the danger of falling down somewhere?

Now, she kept saying that they had raised her for free.

"Alice!"

"Actually, I wish they didn't do that." Alice's eyes turned grey, "Maybe it would be better if I stayed at the Forsaken Infant Island, since at least that place is filled with my own kind."

No one discriminated against her.

No one would say whom she owed.

"Alice." Patrick reached out and caressed her face that was like a puppet, his black eyes staring deeply at her, "You have me, I am your kind."

His voice was low and hoarse.

Hearing that, Alice sat there and her long eyelashes lightly trembled.

"When I'm better, let's leave this place and start over." Patrick said, the gentleness in his voice was extremely tempting, like a spring breeze.

Alice's gaze froze.

He actually thought of leaving as well.

But she wanted to leave alone.

Alice slowly pulled his hand down, and said, "Patrick, you and I are different after all, and now that William is no longer going to deal with us, you can prove yourself again in Miller Group."

"Are you going to leave me?" Patrick laughed bitterly.

"Although I am a young master, and have been taken care of since I was young, but I promise that I will not implicate you."

"Don't look at me being beaten up so badly by William this time, I still have a little bit of ability, and I will slowly become stronger. I promise, I'll definitely let you live a life whatever you want." Patrick said with a smile.

Alice sat there, listening to what he said. She couldn't interrupt him at all.

Patrick's face still had a sickly look, but his eyes were shining brightly as he continued to compose their future, "In the future, we will look for a house, not in the city center, beside a flowerfield."

"Then, the house will be painted white, and you can paint anything you like. Everything you paint will be our unique style."

"Take two more cats, one black and one white. Don't be lonely, let them wander around flowerfield everyday."

Not alone.

Patrick's every word struck the weakest spot in her heart. That was a place that she had always longed for but could not reach.

She listened and her eyes were wet.

"How about making a pond? There are some fish and prawns inside. If you have nothing better to do, why don't you catch some and cook it yourself?"

"Patrick." Alice interrupted him and looked at Patrick with watery eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Patrick sat on the sickbed and smiled at her.

"Let's go to our hometown to see flowerfield." Alice said, her eyes stinging.

"Alright, we'll go when my feet can land." Patrick immediately agreed with a doting smile.

"Then we'll go our own ways."

Alice slowly said, her nose was sore.

"Patrick!"

Alice looked at him emotionally.

He would always respect any of her choices.

"But I have two requests." Patrick said, "Can you promise me?"

"Alright, go ahead." Alice nodded, her tears streaming down her face.

"Don't agree so quickly. You might not be able to do it." Patrick spoke in a low and hoarse voice, "First, come with me to visit the flowerfield at my hometown before you leave."

Alice replied, "Alright."

That was what they had wanted when they were young.

"Secondly, during this period of time, you cannot stay with William or me." Patrick said his second request as he looked at her intently.

Hearing this request, Alice was surprised, so she stood there stunned.

"Is it really that hard to do?" Patrick asked, "I only hope that you won't be controlled, if not,

I'll be left behind completely."

Alice looked at him in a daze.

Actually, at this point, she no longer dared to think about everything that had happened with William.

It was already the best result for William to grant her freedom. In the future, he would have a wife, and she would be willing to give birth to babies for him.

On the overpass, the moment she took off her ring was over.

"I promise you." Alice said.

Hearing that, Patrick's face revealed a smile, and with a deep smile, "sure."

That's good.

He still had a chance, didn't he? It wasn't that he couldn't completely turn the tables around. In the majestic and solemn Imperial Castle, in one of the studios on the third floor. The decor was filled with a sense of science and technology.

The walls were covered with computers with rows of data floating on them.

A tall figure sat on a white spaceship massage chair. A keyboard rested on his knee, and a pair of slender hands were rapidly tapping on it.

He was dressed in a black shirt, with a deep contours. His facial features were handsome, with a hint of mixed blood in them. His chin was thin and cold. He had a tight-fitting thin lip, a handsome nose, and two bloodshot eyes.

In the quiet studio, the only sound that could be heard was he tapping on the keyboard.

Daniel pushed the door open and entered, holding a cup of fruit soup: "Young Master, you have already stayed here for a continuous period of 29 hours, just rest up."

William sat on the massage chair, pretending not to hear anything. He pushed away the keyboard in his hands, picked up the other keyboard and started tapping.

As he typed, a computer on the wall was flipping through a series of data.