My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 810

- Misunderstanding her as a Flower Picker

"Is that so?"

Was it really just that she was thinking too much? No, now that even Kathy's mood wasn't as cheerful as before, it definitely wasn't her misconception. Holy had something on his mind.

"There are no fruits!"

William's voice suddenly sounded.

She looked over and was stunned, seeing that only an empty plate was left, she was astonished, "It hasn't even been two minutes, why did you eat it all? I still want to leave Holy and Kathy some fruits."

He ate it all just like that, and it didn't seem like he had eaten enough.

"Aren't they both in a bad mood? There's no need to share the fruits!" William said tyrannically.

"You are an elder." What kind of elders would quibble over food with their children?

"I can allow them to eat the food you make now, which is already the best fatherly love! Isn't it touching enough?" William said confidently.

So touching.

A foodie could not be understood by ordinary people.

Alice looked at him helplessly, then took the empty plate and stood up, preparing to cut some fruits. She deliberately walked past the wall with the intention of telling Holy to get up and eat some fruits, it wasn't good for him to sit cross-legged like this for a long time.

She walked closer to Holy, but just as she was about to speak, she heard Holy's mutter.

Alice was stunned, she quietly stood there and pricked up her ears, listening. Holy's voice was too weak, she could only hear a few intermittent sounds.

"I am, I am."

"I'm not, I'm not."

"Nonsense, nonsense."

Alice was really unable to see through this little child. She could only hear these words clearly.

Alice walked into the kitchen and peeled the apple in her hand with a thoughtful look in her eyes.

This matter wasn't over yet.

Could it be that William's methods were too ruthless, so Holy did not feel relieved. What he needed was someone else's sincere apology, rather an apology like this?

Then, what could she do for Holy now?

She wanted to discuss heartedly with Holy, but he rejected her.

Alice was standing in front of the dining table, peeling an apple. Suddenly, she felt powerless towards her son. Being unable to help her own son may be the saddest thing for any mother.

In the afternoon, while William was busy dealing with official business, Alice sneaked out to the Flower Sea channel to pick some wild flowers to decorate the villa.

With the vitality of the flower, she hoped that Holy could be happier.

Linder the sunlight, Alice parked the bicycle at the side of the road and took out a apron from the basket. She put it on and put on an oversleeve.

Alice took the flower basket and scissors and walked over, then squatted down by the flower sea and carefully picked the flowers and placed them into the basket.

A green antique car stopped by the side of the road. The man in the car smiled as he unbuckled his daughter's seat belt and told her to get off.

"Dad, there's someone else."

Said his 7-year-old daughter.

Lang raised his head to look and saw a young flower picking woman squatting on the ground cutting flowers.

Lang walked out of the car and looked at the slender figure. His heart was violently shaken.

As Alice was cutting the flowers, a young, tender voice suddenly came over, "Hey! Who permit you to cut flowers? No one can pick flowers here, do you understand? I'm going to have you thrown into the sea and fed the sharks!"

Hearing this, Alice turned around in shock. She saw a little girl dressed like a princess standing there with a doll in her arms staring at her with hatred.

Alice had never seen a little girl with such a gaze.

"Who are you?"

Alice asked, puzzled.

"Which family hire you as the flower picking woman? You don't know the Flower Sea channel is a protected area? Picking flowers is prohibited." A pleasing male voice was heard.

Alice turned to look and saw a man walking towards her. He was wearing a white shirt and a black suit.

He was obviously calm, but for some reason, under the sunlight, Alice felt a little uncomfortable facing him.

This face was a familiar.

Oh yeah, the jigsaw puzzle William made that day was exactly this face.

A green antique car.

Alice suddenly thought of the car she had seen when she exited the forest that day. Were they the father and his daughter who misunderstood Holy for stealing?

The man was Lang.

Lang, 35 years old, divorced, brought her daughter Catherine to live in Wave Island. She was a rich man, and other than a few tourists, the rest of the Wave Island's economy depended on him.

This was the information Daniel found out.

Before Alice could regain her senses, the little girl had already rushed over. With a barbaric expression, she threw away all the flowers in her hands and stared at her fiercely, "I already said that you're not allowed to pick these flowers! You bad woman, I'm going to feed you to the sharks! I want you to die!"

What an aggressive tone.

"I can't imagine what you'll be like when you grow up."

Alice said coldly, then shook off her small hands, picked up the basket and left. She was still pregnant, this kid might really attack her, and her parents wouldn't care, it was too dangerous.

Just as she turned to leave, the little girl suddenly shouted out in excitement, "Hey! Where do you live? "

Alice turned around and a cold smile appeared on her face. "What, you still want to find me and scold me?"

Catherine was stunned again.

Lang looked at his daughter, then looked at Alice. "You aren't a resident of Wave Island, you must be a woman who has been hired to pick flowers. Come and work for me."

Flower Picker.

How was she like a flower picker?

Alice looked at her apron. Alright, she had nothing to say.

"My daughter likes you a lot. From tomorrow onwards, you pick a basket of flowers to my house every morning. I will give you a generous reward." Lang said.

Alice thought she heard wrong.

"Your daughter likes me?"

She just wanted to rush up and beat her, okay?

Heh, she imagined that the little girl must be pestering herself to play with Holy in the same way.

"Yes."

Lang replied seriously.

Alice could not be bothered with them, and she turned to leave. After walking a few steps, she stopped again.

If she could get close to the little girl and make her realize the mistake and sincerely apologize to Holy, would Holy's depression be resolved?

No matter how, a mother has to do something for her son, right?

Alice turned around and looked at Lang, saying directly, "I can send you guys flowers, but you have to make sure that your daughter won't hit me."

"I don't care, I don't care what my daughter does."

Lang said.

Such a pampering father.

From the looks of it, most likely, Lang himself was the only one who apologized under William's pressure. He would not let his

daughter apologize, unless she herself was willing.