My Lord, My Billionaire Master

- Death of the channel

Based on her identity, she should not know that Lang's wife had died.

Lang lowered his face and his gaze darkened. He slowly turned around and looked at the flowers in the night sky without saying a word.

Alice saw that his hand was moved and she held the car key tightly. He was about to turn around and face the antique car, so she quickly said, "Should I ask? Mr. Lang, I am truly sorry."

Lang, who wanted to get on the carriage, lowered his hand when he heard her words and turned to look at her. She was dressed in the Wave Island's common garb of a flower picking woman.

The way she looked in his eyes always gave him the most intense illusion.

Just like a wife standing in front of him.noveldrama

Lang turned around and looked in a direction. "Alice, this place is very close to the Flower Sea channel. Why don't we go take a walk?"

Alice put her hands in his pockets, but did not hear the sound of his phone ringing. She did not know whether Catherine did as she instructed.

Right now, she could only delay Lang. She nodded, "Okay."

Alice walked forward and proceeded along the side of the road with Lang. On the side of the road was a forest, and under the night sky, the sounds of birds came from the forest, disturbing the night's liveliness.

Lang walked beside her in a gentle manner, and even though he said she was like his wife, he did nothing to her.

However, the scars on Catherine's body were still imprinted in her eyes, making her unable to not believe it.

As the two of them walked along the road, they could clearly hear their own footsteps. Lang's voice suddenly sounded in her ears. "Alice, let me tell you a story."

"Alright."

Alice really needed something to delay Lang's time. She wished for nothing more than for him to tell her a story.

Lang had one hand in his pocket as he looked at the Flower Sea channel in front of him. He said in a calm voice, "It should be around nine years ago; a young man got to know the destined girl. They were in love, married, had children; everything is plain and happy; everything is very smooth."

There are many stories like this. One of them is me.

The hero should be Lang.

"And then?"

Alice asked.

"Why do you ask?" Lang retorted. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her as if he was dissatisfied with her question.

She really didn't like the look in his eyes.

"Nothing." Alice smiled faintly, "Don't all stories have ups and downs? It's not worth telling stories without ripples."

As Lang listened, he fixed his gaze on her with a touch of paleness on his face. "Is a story without changes not worth telling?"

"Yeah."

Alice was a cartoon painter, and she knew that if the story was conceived so flawlessly, no matter how beautiful the painting was, how many people would see it?

"You're right." Lang smiled bitterly and continued to walk. "The man's story is also the same. The family of three originally lived happily. He was recognized at work and had a great breakthrough. He received a generous reward which helped to improve the material condition of the family."

"Isn't that great?"

Alice replied indifferently, her mind calculating how much time had passed, and why Lang's phone still did not vibrate.

I wonder if William has come out yet.

"Men are getting busier and busier and have less time to go home. His wife had told him over and over again not to take the job, that the family needs a husband and a father, not a moneymaker." They got closer and closer to the channels in the sea of flowers.

Alice silently observed Lang's expression. He had already lost himself in his memories, the light in his eyes colorless.

He loved his wife!

"But a man can't stand it. He stubbornly carries out his work, and in the end, in order to keep the nature of his work secret, his boss asks to shorten the time spent with his family, or to have them all live with him and be watched 24 hours a day." Lang said.

Alice listened. To be able to serve in such a big family, the more she would understand, how could he possibly quit so easily.

"The man didn't give up his job?"

Alice asked.

"No, you don't know what kind of person his boss is; how can he just give up like that? Moreover, fame and fortune are things that every man wants, right? No man can give up! "As he said this, Lang's tone became somewhat agitated.

He explained desperately, as if he wanted approval.

Lang looked at Alice, only to see that Alice's eyes were filled with indifference, and

his breathing became sluggish. "You don't agree with that?"

"I don't know."

Alice shook her head indifferently, not trying to provoke Lang.

Actually, in her heart she was thinking, if it was the current William, he would not even wait for her to speak before realizing that he had neglected her and took the initiative to give up everything.

Well, she did.

"Of course you don't know. You're just a woman. Women and men are originally at opposite ends." Lang blamed this on the difference between men and women and continued, "The wife also didn't understand a man's ambitions. She didn't want to be watched and didn't want to know the nature of the man's work, so she chose to take the child go home."

"Even men aren't accompanying them?"

Alice could not help but ask; how much did he neglect Catherine and her mother in the past.

"A man has his own thoughts. As long as he is able to work for a few more years and earn fame, he would be able to properly accompany the mother and daughter." Lang turned his head to look at Alice, his eyes excited. "Is he not a good man? How can you raise your wife and children without money?'

"

His tone grew more and more agitated.

Alice could not feel any emotions from his phone. She did not know if Lang had switched off the phone, so she could only force herself to continue stalling for time.

"You're right. Actually, that wife should understand as well."

Alice said with a soft, indifferent tone. She did not have any intention of trying to agitate her.

As expected, when Lang heard her words, his mood eased a lot. As if he was seeking approval, he continued, "Yes, that man knows his wife's hometown is relatively backward, and the transportation is inconvenient, so he even spent money to build a tunnel. How can he do this if he doesn't earn money?"

Channel.

Alice looked at channel that was not far away, and her eyes twitched.

It turned out that the person who wanted to cultivate channel was Lang for his wife.

Under the bright moonlight, the sea of flowers had a unique characteristic. All the flowers seemed to be dyed in a strange color. They emitted a delicate fragrance that was refreshing to the heart.

Seeing Alice's silence, Lang grabbed her arm and asked anxiously, "Do you think that a man loves his wife very much? He can do anything for his wife. He just wants to make a few more years."

Alice's arm was in pain.

She took back her hand and smiled coyly, "Mr. Lang, don't be so agitated, what happened next? Can his wife understand him?"

"No, at that time, he and his wife had no contact because of the confidentiality of the nature of his work." Lang said, he walked step by step to the front of channel, and looked at the long cave, "And for the last time, they quarreled about working for a man."

Alice stood at the side and followed Lang's gaze to the long channel. She suddenly thought about what Catherine had said to her.

By putting everything together, she had already come to the conclusion.

She suddenly didn't want to listen anymore, but Lang continued, "After that, three months later, that man received news that his wife took his daughter out to buy snacks at night and was murdered by someone in front of the incomplete channel."

Alice covered her mouth and couldn't help but take a few steps back and look at the channel in a daze.

It's here.

It was actually here.

Lang looked at her reaction. "It seems that you've already guessed it. The man in the story is me."

"My wife's body was found in this channel. She didn't have a single piece of clothing; her body was completely black and her mouth was full of blood stains. My daughter was crying on the side. She was crying on top of my wife, who was not more than two years old at the time, and she could not speak properly." Just listening to it made Alice feel extremely stifled.

"Do you know the result of the autopsy?" Lang suddenly laughed mockingly with a

low voice, his eyes filled with bitterness. "My wife has been tormented by others for two hours; both her arms and legs were completely broken. She died because of great pain! And there were more than one murderer!

When Alice heard this, she felt really bad. A woman had to suffer so much to die, "What happened next, did you catch the culprit?"

"Heh."

Lang laughed again. His laughter was full of ridicule and sadness.

Alice frowned as she looked at him. Lang was also looking at her, laughing and

crying, "No, in the past five years, I have tried everything and I could not find the culprit!"

Alice was startled that the culprit had not been brought to justice.

"I can't find it. I really can't find it!" Lang said, his hands weakly clenching and releasing then clenching his fists again, "I changed my name and ran over to the Wave Island. I investigated every household. I investigated every household thoroughly, and I still can't find them! I've been looking for it for five years! I still

can't find it!"

He was excited.

Alice subconsciously stood to the side, her shoes stepping on a flower; she lowered her head, and suddenly heard a small sound.

She followed the direction of the voice and saw a small figure leaning towards the

channel, almost drowning in the flowers.

The little figure moved, but quickly returned to silence, not moving at all.

Everything seemed like an illusion.

It was as if only the flowers and plants were moving in the wind and there was no

one there.

Alice opened her eyes wide in shock. She saw a small hand behind a cluster of

flowers.