My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 393

"— Leave half picture?" Miller looked at Alice with a puzzled expression.

"Actually, it is not considered leaving a mark. It is just like a photo. Kathy's position cannot be in the middle, it must be at the left side to the right, or at the top to the bottom." Alice said.

Miller frowned and looked at Patrick, saying somewhat unhappily, "Mr. Miller, is your wife teaching me how to take photos? Afraid I'm not good enough? I'm a professional."

Miller was a photographic artist who paid no attention to external matters. He did not know anything about the news and only thought that they were a husband and wife.

"I'm not!"

Alice wanted to explain, but Patrick took a step forward and looked at her, "This may not look good, but this is Kathy's 100-day memorial photo, and there should be a complete set that belongs to him."

Alice looked at Patrick, her eyes filled with stubbornness that refused to compromise.

Patrick frowned, he wanted to say something, but Alice looked towards Miller, and said with a smile, "This is my love for the way children are taken, and it's not a question about your profession. I hope you understand, if you can't forgive me, we can leave."

Her stubbornness left Beverly and Patrick helpless.

Miller looked at Alice in a slightly depressed manner, wanting to give up this job. However, when he saw that the little infant had such high spiritual energy and was unable to give up on the group of photos, he asked, "Besides this request, will you guys be interfering with other filming requirements such as drawing?"

"No, that's my only request."

Alice said seriously.

"Alright, I'll have to trouble you to carry Kathy to the white carpet at the side."

Miller said.

Alice carried Kathy and placed her on the carpet.

Kathy was obviously very happy as she laid on the blanket with her large eyes looking at them. Her eyelashes flickered, her small mouth opened wide, and a small voice came out from her mouth.

"Too cute."

Miller really liked this little baby. He picked up the camera in his hands and pointed at various angles, taking a few pictures consecutively before saying, "Please wait a moment."

Miller said as he ran inside, leaving them in the shadows tower.

"Yak yam, yam yam."

Kathy lied on the blanket, staring at Alice with her mouth wide open, looking like she wanted to eat food.

Her small mouth opened, and Alice knew that she was going to eat it again.

"Let me carry him."

Patrick said as he carried Kathy. Kathy smacked her lips in his embrace.

A few of them casually talked about everything in the Shadow Tower. After a while, Miller jumped down from the stairs and rushed in front of Alice, holding a photo in his hands. "Mrs. Miller, I purposely used longer photographic paper to see if it had the effect that you wanted."

"I'm not Madam Miller. My surname is Brown."

Alice explained as she reached out to take the photo.

The picture lengthened, and the white and exquisite part of the blanket was imprinted perfectly in the light. Kathy was to the left of the white carpet, her small face facing the middle, looking extremely cute and clever.

It was the layout she wanted.

Alice nodded with satisfaction, "Thank you, then I will be troubling you."

"OK, let's go now. To Sakura Park." Miller said excitedly, wanting to take a picture of the Kathy.

Sakura Park.

Alice's eyes glazed over. In San Francisco, there were too many memories of her.

"Although Sakura Park is the largest park in San Francisco, the scenery is not as beautiful as elsewhere. Why don't we go to the forest park? I'll arrange it for you." Patrick said while looking at Alice's absent-minded appearance.

He still remembered that they were prepared to let Rosanna and William cultivate their relationship in Sakura Park, but in the end, they suffered a crushing defeat.

He wasn't sure if Alice still wanted to go to this place, but he definitely didn't want to.

"Is that so? Is there anything better than the scenery in Sakura Park?" "Awesome."

Miller said.

By the time they had arrived at the forest park, it was extremely quiet. It seemed that Patrick had wasted a lot of his time.

The bodyguard and the assistant of Shadow Tower got off the car carrying all kinds of photographic equipment.

Kathy seemed to know that she was going to take a 100-day commemorative photo today. She looked especially lively and excited, revealing a huge smile from time to time, sitting on the grass and looking at the camera in an especially coordinated manner.

"Our Kathy knows how to watch the camera."

Beverly said proudly.

The scenery in the forest park was very beautiful. It was an endless stretch of green without end. The wind carried the faint fragrance of grass and the dense trees. Sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves.

The light was mottled, swaying along with the shadows of the trees. It was especially beautiful.

Beverly let the Kathy support herself on the tree while she stood there. Coincidentally, there was light shining on her joyous face, it actually had a little bit of the feeling of a little angel.

"Boom! Boom!"

Kathy couldn't hold on for long as she sat on the ground and bit down on her lips with her little hands.

"The scenery here is indeed very beautiful."

Miller patted the side as he chatted with Patrick.

Alice stood by the side like a spectator, silent.

In fact, the forest here was far less beautiful than the Cullen family. The forest in front of the Imperial Castle was the true beauty, as beams of light fell onto the ground, like a verdant fairyland.

"Right now, the light and shadow are just right, the little angel has patted enough, Mr. Miller, Madam Miller, why don't you two come over and take a picture?"

Miller suggested.

She already said that she isn't Mrs. Miller, but the photography artist doesn't understand.

Patrick who was standing at the side seemed to be very satisfied with this suggestion, he carried Kathy and said, "Alright, Aunt, let's shoot together. Such a beautiful figure of light will disappear in a while."

BOOM!

A flock of pigeons suddenly took off again from the sloping lawn by the steps, flapping their wings.

Alice sat on top of the stairs and turned her head, only to see William standing right at the top of the stairs.

Looking at it from this angle, the sunlight was too glaring, his face had become blurry and his facial features could not be seen, only his light curly-colored windbreaker, inside it was still a white disease suit, the disease suit was reflecting white.

William.

He appeared again.

He was just out of the rain last night.

The group of pigeons slowly landed again, returning to a state of tranquility.

William raised his leg and walked down the stairs step by step. His steps were slow and elegant, his short hair was neat and tidy, the outline of his hair extremely deep, his face is handsome. He looked at her with a lowered head, and his pair of eyes were pitch black like ink, extremely deep.

"Why are you here?"

Alice asked in a voice that was hard to say if it was an accident or an unexpected one.

"Why can't I come in here? Did I think I couldn't get in after clearing the park? You don't have the ability to do so."

William said arrogantly, his voice low and hoarse.

He had a cold.

Alice frowned.

William sat down on the first step on the right side of the stairs and stepped out with his two long legs. He stared at her, "You're in a good mood, and you even came out with Patrick to take photos."

Bring his daughter out for a picture.

His voice was very shaky and was filled with a sense of oppression.

Alice did not expect William to not get angry. Her lips moved as if she wanted to explain something, but in the end, she did not say anything. She silently put the photo back into her bag.

A hand wrapped in gauze reached over and took away the picture in her hand.

"..."

Alice looked at him, stunned.

William sat down beside her handsome and turned the picture over in his hands.

The photo was very long. In the picture, a baby girl wearing pink clothes was lying on the white carpet. She had a big smile on her face and her mouth was wide open. There was even a bit of crystal saliva flowing from the corner of her lips.

On the carpet to the right of the baby was a drawing of an identical baby, its clothes painted blue. The baby was also lying there, laughing happily.

"This is the first time I've seen my daughter. She looks like me."

William said as he looked at the photo.