My Lord, My Billionaire Master

- Final hysteria

"I didn't lie to you on purpose. You know that you misunderstood me in the

beginning." Alice said, "At that time, I only wanted to resolve the conflict between children."

As she spoke, she pushed on Holy's legs with her hands behind her back, realizing that he should hurry up and run.

Holy stood behind her without moving an inch.

Alice frowned; why did he not leave? did he not understand what she meant? She sat back in her seat and continued to push Holy. Holy was pushed a step back and stood still.

Alice was flustered and confused, while Lang squatted in front of her and mocked, "Your acting is really good."

After the reputation of the Flower Sea channel spread, many tourists started coming in. In order for the flower to grow better, the local residents would invite some flower picking girls.

He really did not think that the flower picking woman, Alice, was actually William's

wife.

"So, you came to my house tonight on purpose?" Lang asked, "The thing that I talked about was that I had to let William go. It's such a pity.William is already half crippled by me; he won't be able to escape."

What proud son of heaven, what young legend, they were all nothing more than this.

Holy was blocked behind Alice, and following this voice, his little hand trembled.

Half-crippled.

William was crippled? Because he escaped?

Alice forced herself to calm down, "Mr. Lang, you let William go; you let us go; I promise you; Cullen family will definitely not make things difficult for you."

"I don't need anyone's forgiveness." Lang said as he spread out his hands. "I'm not wrong. Who would be the one to make things difficult for me?"

Alice sat there, frowning, her hand behind her back continuously pushing at Holy.

"Alright, it's not too late for me to realize that. You don't need to push your son, since he doesn't want to leave."

Lang sneered.

Hearing that, Alice could not help but turn her head to look at Holy. Holy stood there expressionlessly; with his eyes fixated on her, no one knew what he was thinking.

What happened to him?

Was he frightened? He had experienced too much today.

"Are you all right, Holy? Is he injured?" asked worriedly. Lang stood up from the ground, and lightly clapped his hands, "Leave these words for later when you return to the Cullen family.

Alice immediately stood up, hugged Holy and retreated to the side, looking at Lang with alert.

"Originally, I thought so. My daughter likes your son, so she has to take him away. Even if your husband offends my daughter, he has to take her away as well. As for you and your daughter, I've always wanted to let you two go, not let you two die." Lang walked towards them as he spoke.

Alice pulled Holy's arm as she retreated, "Mr. Lang, what exactly do you want to do? Do you want to take Catherine with you to hell?"

Hearing this, Holy was startled, his body becoming rigid.

Are there any fathers who want to take their daughters to their deaths?

"Don't speak nonsense!" Lang glared at her forcefully. "I'm bringing Catherine to see her mother. She misses her mother a lot!"

"All she wanted is to feel like her mother."

If one did not look at the photo, Catherine would not even be able to remember her mother's face. How would a child be able to think of their mother dying?

Alice said as she walked to the side, her gaze roaming about, looking for some kind of defense tool.

Holy was carried away as he retreated.

The night fell on everyone.

"I know that's why I said you appeared a few years too late. If it was a few years ago, perhaps I could really use you as a substitute for my wife and let you accompany Catherine and me properly."

Lang said, but it was too late now. The channel s' flowers were all blooming, so everything had to be done.

Furthermore, she was William's wife.

Hearing his words, Alice couldn't help but ask, "You make it sound as if you love your daughter a lot; is that really true? Then who was the one who had beaten Catherine? You are simply a beast!"

To be able to use force against one's own daughter.

"How do you know?" His eyes stared straight at her, and his lips moved a few times, "Catherine is in the wrong; of course she should be scolded and beaten. Back then, her mother was raped, so it's fine if she doesn't ask for help, but she still doesn't remember the murderer's appearance!"

He had treated Catherine well enough. Other than him beating up Catherine on the matter of his wife, when had he ever scolded her before?

Alice looked at him in disbelief, "Was it because of this that you beat Catherine to such a state? When the tragedy happened, Catherine was not even two years old yet; what do you want a child like that to do?"

He must be crazy to actually beat Catherine up for such a reason.

"It's her fault! If not for her clamoring for food, my wife wouldn't have brought her

to buy snacks, and she wouldn't have been killed! " Lang shouted hysterically. His eyes were wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. His expression was completely distorted.

Even if she said she was crazy, she would still believe it.

Alice gasped as she covered Holy's eyes with her hands, preventing him from facing such a madman.

Holy stood there without moving, neither escaping nor speaking.

"It's not her; our family is still in one piece! I will be very successful! My wife will share all the fame and fortune with me! But now? All of them have been destroyed!" Lang said excitedly. He completely looked like a different person. The moonlight dimmed.

Seeing him like this, Alice suddenly understood that Lang was a perverted person. Maybe his wife's tragedy had completely changed him.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Holy, and said softly, "Holy, I know you're very scared right now, but you have to run no matter how scared you are. "Hurry up and leave!"

Alice pushed Holy away.

"What are you doing?"

Alice immediately stepped forward and said to him, "Lang, you blamed all of your mistakes on your own daughter. Actually, you know very well that a large part of the reason for the tragedy of our family is because of you, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Lang was completely stunned by her words. He glared at her with malevolent eyes.

"You said that you loved your wife very much, but when she was unhappy, you didn't want to make any changes for her. Instead, you went after your fame, causing the two of them to become estranged." Alice blocked in front of Lang, one hand behind her back as she desperately waved, telling Holy to quickly run away.

"Don't say anymore!"

Lang's eyes turned blood-red. He could not bear to listen to such words. "Actually, you know that if you had chosen to give up your fame and live with her, she wouldn't have died!It's just like that night five years ago, when you accompanied your own wife to buy snacks for your daughter. You spent an ordinary evening, and nothing happened!"

"I told you not to say anymore!" Lang pushed her away. Countless emotions tightly tied him up like thousands upon thousands of threads, making it difficult for him to breathe. "What's wrong with me earning money!?I only have a material foundation when I earn money!"

Alice was pushed to the point where she almost fell down. When she turned her eyes, she saw that Holy was still standing at the same place, looking at him without moving.

What happened to the child today?

Alice anxiously looked at him and Lang pushed him away again, "Tell me, is this my fault? "What kind of man doesn't work? doesn't support his family?" "Yes, but are you really making money that easily?" Alice steadied herself and a faint pain came from his back, "Although there are many details I don't know, but they still need you to keep secrets when you work for Langchaster. Your wife should be able to see the danger from this; that's why she made you give up, right? But you were blinded by fame."noveldrama

His wife loved him, and in a way he loved her, but unfortunately he was lost. Some people's loss can be turned back, but his loss has caused him to pay an unbearable price.

"Stop it!"

"Actually, over all these years, the one you have truly blamed is not the Catherine,

but yourself. But you have completely lost your mind after releasing all of your emotions onto a child."

Alice pointed out his worries.

"Shut up!" Lang roared, reaching out to scratch his hair. "What do you know? Do you really think you know anything about us? I love her. I want to give her the best. I will put in all the effort! What do you know! You don't know anything!"

"I don't understand." Alice said, "But I believe that if your wife was still here, she wouldn't want to see you like this."

Lang glared at her.

"She loves you and she loves Catherine. But now, you want to take Catherine to death and even injure the innocent?! This is not something she wants to see!" Alice advised him, "Mr. Lang, you should wake up. Think about your wife, does she want to see all of this."

"You..." Lang stared at her constantly talking mouth. Every word was like a knife, scraping against his bones. It was so painful that it made one want to die. Lang wanted to hit her, but suddenly laughed sinisterly, "You saying all this is just because you want me to let you guys go. Don't be delusional; all of you come with me to see Polly, the entire Wave Island will accompany me to meet Polly!"

He's really crazy.

Alice subconsciously retreated a few steps when she saw he raise his hand.

Lang's expression changed. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something and reached for his pocket. "You must be trying to save him tonight. Give me the cell phone! Give it to me!"

Damn it!

He had forgotten about that side of the house.

Seeing that he had finally recalled this matter, Alice started to retreat frantically.

She did not know if William had escaped, what she should do, what she should do

now.

"Give me your phone!"

Lang roared hysterically as he walked towards her. Without hesitation, Alice

picked up her phone and smashed it towards him.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHI

Lang cried out in pain, covering his head with his hands.