My Lord, My Billionaire Master

- Finally, he met William.

"Can you just tell me and remember what I said?" William stared at him gloomily, "There is never a chance to escape."

William's tone was very heavy, and he had no choice but to heavy it.

This time, William was really betting everything on his own son who was not even

six years old.

Holy's failure to escape meant that Lang would lock them up even more

thoroughly, and it would be even harder for them to escape.

Holy stared fixedly at the face in front of him. The normally calm face was suddenly a little panicked, "Will you be beaten to death?"

If he ran, people from the Lang's family would definitely be angry, and they would hit William when they were angry.

"If you can escape, then I can live." William said coldly, "Cullen family doesn't do anything; it's not because I'm being imprisoned, but it's because of you."

As long as Holy could escape, Daniel would immediately send people to rescue him. He had seen the people from the Lang's family before, and he could survive until the time when he could save them all by himself.

As long as he could send Holy, the matter could be solved soon...

Holy stood there in a daze.

"You can't be wrong; do you hear?" William pressed down on his head, "My life is in your hands!"

Holy stood there. Upon hearing this, he suddenly backed off a little, as though he was afraid, all the way to the wall. There was nowhere for him to retreat.

It was too serious to say that he would give his life to him.

If he couldn't do it, William would just be waiting for death.

He stared at him, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, "Indeed, it was Alice who gave me this son, so he's still a little cute."

Like Alice, he liked him.

Holy was speechless, and he looked at William as if he was a madman.

William also looked at him, no longer giving him any time to consider but instead retreating step by step.

William retreated to the side of the door, knocked hard on the door, and said coldly, "Open up, I want to chat with your Mr. Lang."

"Mr. Lang doesn't want to see you!"

The servant outside immediately replied.noveldrama

"Tell him that I know what he wants to do. Perhaps, I can help him."

William said coldly. As soon as he said that, the sound of running footsteps came from outside. He probably went to look for Lang.

Holy stuck close to the wall and looked at him. Then, William used his finger to point at his own brain, "Use your brain."

"I, I can't do it!"

Holy stuttered. At his young age, he admitted his weakness for the first time.

"At that time, when your life was in the hands of Mona, I could even save you." William said coldly, "You are my, William's, son; you must do it."

Holy stared at William in a daze, as his face was pale white; in that moment, he seemed to understand what William felt when he saved him, but he did not. He was confused.

He didn't know what to do.

There was no time for him to think any further, and he could only grit his teeth and

do it, because William wanted him to run and save him.

The night was pitch black.

The moonlight was lonely.

The Lang's family stood in the moonlight.

Alice went around the construction cart and arrived in front of the Lang's family's gate. She rang the doorbell and waited for a long time longer than ever.

"It's me. I'm here to send flowers to Mr. Lang."

Alice said while standing at the door.

"It's so late to send flowers?"

The servant inside asked doubtfully.

"This morning, I had some matters to attend to so I didn't send the flowers. Furthermore, Catherine seemed to be a little frightened yesterday, so I specially came to take a look." Alice said indifferently, this also prevented the servant from letting her go after sending the flowers.

Sure enough, when the servant heard her words, he said, "Then wait, I'll go ask the Mr. Lang."

"Alright."

Alice answered as she stood at the door with the flower basket in both hands. Her lips were tightly pursed, and her heart was a little perturbed, not knowing whether Lang would let her in or not.

Lang would definitely not cause any trouble at this time. If Catherine heard, he would probably ask her to come in.

As she was thinking, the door opened from the inside. A servant stood there and said to her, "Please come in."

Hearing that, Alice heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled at the servant before bringing the flower basket and walking in. Her gaze swept to her two sides, and the courtyard under the moonlight was as quiet as it was before.

It was as if nothing had happened, just like before.

She walked into the lobby, which was brightly lit. Lang was sitting on the sofa with

a laptop on his lap, looking at something. His face was gentle, as usual.

"Mr. Lang."

Alice walked over and spoke.

Hearing her voice, Lang's body stiffened on the sofa. He raised his eyes and looked at her with guilt filling them. "I thought you wouldn't come again."

Alice was a little baffled, and she did not understand where this guilt came from.

"Yesterday, I am truly sorry. That man was William; you may not know him, but he is extremely powerful, and it was easy for him to take my life." Lang put his laptop aside, stood up from the sofa and said guiltily, "So, I'm really sorry."

So it was for this.

In other words, Lang really didn't know that she was William's wife, which was strange enough. As long as he had seen the news about William, he should at least know her.

However, Lang didn't know.

She didn't even need to think of a reason why she didn't send flowers in the morning, as Lang automatically thought that she was bullied by William.

"Mr. Lang doesn't need to feel sorry. Someone like me with such a lowly status like a flower picking woman, being bullied by others is very normal."

Alice said in a low voice. If it was said that she had never admitted or denied that she was a flower picker before, it could not really be considered a form of deception, but now, she had truly begun to mislead Lang.

Hearing this, the guilt on Lang's face deepened. "Are you alright?"

Alice stood there, lowered her eyes and bitterly smiled, "So what if it's good or bad;being bullied is being bullied; what can you do? don't tell me that you're going

to find that big shot you spoke of and take revenge?"

"Nell."

Lang frowned.

"I left the flower basket here." Alice lifted her eyes to look at him. Her eyes were red, which just so happened to confirm her current sad mood.

Lang felt even more sorry. He lowered his gaze to look at the flower basket in her hands. "At this time, you still want to send flowers to Catherine?"

"Although Catherine's character isn't cute enough, after getting along with her for the past few days, I really like her." Alice said, her voice somewhat low and hoarse, "I don't know what happened yesterday, but seeing that Catherine was quite frightened, I think these flowers can comfort her a little."

Lang's gaze was frozen as he stared fixedly at the flowers in the basket. "It's hard for you to think of Catherine and I couldn't do anything for you."

"What can you do? Isn't he a big shot?" Alice said bitterly, "This should be my life." Lang looked at her. "Do you hate me?"

"How could I dare? You have no obligation to save me. Besides, I should hate that person, right?" Alice lowered her eyes. Sorrow and sadness didn't need to be feigned to appear very natural.

She looked so pitiful in the lamplight that one could not help but feel protective.

Alice placed the flower basket on the tea table beside him, lowered her head and slowly turned around, her lips slowly pursing up, her heart beating like a drum.

She didn't know how useful this move of hers would be.

Taking two steps forward, Lang called out to her. "Alice."

He called her Alice.

Alice stopped in her tracks and didn't turn around. Lang stood in place, looking at her back figure and asked in a low voice, "Do you really hate that person?" Alice closed her eyes, then turned her head. Her eyes were even redder than before, "Mr. Lang, I am a woman; shouldn't I hate myself for being bullied like that? I wish I could kill him."

When Lang heard her words, his gaze darkened. After a moment of silence, he seemed to have made a decision as he said," Alice, come with me. I want you to meet someone."

Alice's heart thumped like a drum upon hearing this.

"Who ?"

She pretended to know nothing.

"You'll know when you come."

Alice followed him as she walked up the stairs. Every step she took, she felt as

soft as if she was stepping on cotton.

Right now, she could only take things one step at a time.

Alice followed Lang up the stairs. There were at least twice as many people as the number upstairs, and there were even some in casual clothes. They seemed to be residents of Wave Island.

Everyone here was indebted to Lang, and they all obeyed his orders.

In front of a certain door, many wooden boards had fallen to the ground; the door was ajar, and there was the sound of someone slapping something, causing Alice's face to immediately turn pale.

Lang brought Alice to the door, turned his head to look at her and said, "Alice, I know you are just an ordinary flower picking woman. I will open the door now; don't be scared."

"What exactly do you want me to see?"

Alice asked.

"Someone I don't know if you want to see now." As he spoke, Lang stepped forward and opened the door.

The door slowly opened, and the first thing that entered Alice's line of sight was his two tightly bound feet, the shoes that Alice was extremely familiar with. That night, when she bought clothes for the twins, she had also picked out a pair of shoes for William.

Alice's breath immediately stopped, and the door opened wider and wider. Then, she saw William lying on the ground, his hands tied behind his back, lying on the ground. There were three servants who were either holding whips and kicking

him.

One kick after another.

The sound was very loud.

William's clothes were all dirty, and there was even a slit on his chest. His face

was somewhat green, and a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth as

he gritted his teeth to endure the pain.

William.

Alice stared at him Lang, her lips trembling. Didn't he say that there was a way to

escape?

Was his way to be abused here?