My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 8

A life worse than death.

He was the CEO of the N.E Multinational Group. She was just an ordinary person. He definitely had the ability to do so...

Hearing that, Alice closed her eyes in desperate, her hands grabbing tightly onto the windbreaker on her body, wanting to tear it apart.

The Imperial Castle, this grand building that was built with billions of resources was located deep in the forest. It was not a sightseeing spot, but a private residence.

William's private house.

Outsiders are prohibited here.

Alice was tied up in the castle. Normally, she might have been looking for inspiration to enjoy the most mysterious castle, but at this moment, her heart was only numbed.

Along the way, she had turned to her bodyguard for help and tried to run away. She had tried to steal her cell phone and call the police, but she had been overpowered by the bodyguard.

The bodyguard told her one last thing, "Miss, you have provoked Mr. Cullen. What kind of person is the Mr. Cullen? If he wants you to live, then live; if he wants you to die, then die. No more struggle!"

It extinguished all of her hope.

What else could she do other than be numb to meeting a man who had violated her without being able to take revenge and could not even escape?

Alice was brought into the elevator, and was pushed into a room that was as luxurious as a 14th century western palace.

Inside the room stood an old man in his sixties. He was in high spirits, had a kind expression on his face, had his hands behind his back, and was dressed as a butler.

"Hello, Miss Clyne. I am the butler, Daniel." The old man smiled and made a brief introduction, then extended his hand. "Please take a seat."

It was only then that Alice noticed the high -tech looking chair and the flat screen beside the old man.

She began to understand what this was.

"This is the polygraph chair, please sit."

Daniel said politely and gently, with a kind face and kind eyes, unlike the arrogant and insolent William.

"What do you want?"

She slumped into the polygraph chair like a dying fish on a chopping board.

"Then Miss Clyne, I will start asking questions."

Daniel smiled benevolently at her, and took out a document.

"Can I leave after you ask?" She just wanted to get out of here.

Daniel smiled but did not reply. Instead, he looked at the document in his hand and gently asked a question, "Name?"

"Alice Clyne."

Daniel glanced at the flat screen, nodded, and continued asking, "Miss Clyne, what were you doing three years ago?"

"Three years ago, I wrote the cartoon of' His Exclusive Desire The comic book had made her famous for a while, so she remembered it clearly.

"What else could have been important?" Daniel continued to ask.