My Lord, My Billionaire Master

Alice Clyne listened to him and expressed her sympathy to his employees.

William Cullen was stubborn with his actions and criticisms, not even the slightest bit of deviation could be endured.

Every day she could hear some director or manager being scolded by him.

Alice Clyne stood up and was about to close the door when a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

Wait a moment.

Isn't this the best realistic material?

She quickly returned to her desk, picked up her pen and wrote a few words on the white paper - "The CEO is a paranoia".

Then, Alice Clyne quickly organized a brief outline of the manga and sent it to the editor. In less than a minute, the editor's words appeared on facebook -

You really used your trump card. I thought you had gone into hiding deep in the mountains and forests. The idea of the paranoia was well thought out, and now, many people had mental disorders. You need to finalize the character for me as soon as possible.]

Alice Clyne looked at the screen and typed out a line of words

[Alice Clyne: Understood.]

After communicating with the editor, Alice Clyne's inspiration was like a spring as she quickly drew the round hall for the male protagonist.

How tall was William Cullen, was he close to 1.9 meters? Too high.

William Cullen's long legs, slender and lean body, neat and tidy short hair, slightly mixed with a deep veranda, dark sword eyebrows, a pair of deep and very bright black eyes, always carrying the sullenness of someone provoking him, high nose bridge, and tender lips with a hint of sexiness ...

Done.

Alice Clyne looked at the character on the paper as she turned him into a cartoon figure.

This man was way too handsome.

Alice Clyne looked at the character that she had drawn and was momentarily at a loss. She then wrote down the main character's characteristics at the side paranoia,

Irritable and Irritable, Tyrannical, Stomach King.

In the future, she could spit all her dissatisfaction towards William Cullen into the comics.

William Cullen's life would be virtualized from this moment onwards, so she would be the one to arrange how to spend each day.

In her cartoons, she did what she wanted to do to him.

Just the thought of it made him happy.

On this day, Alice Clyne's inspiration exploded, only stopping when it was dusk, and her body was numb from sitting down.

Take a look at the time. Cook's time is up.

Alice Clyne saved the drawing into her computer, then walked out of the study with her arms stretched out.

Passing the living room, William Cullen's unhappy voice sounded out, "Why would I need to attend this kind of second -generation wedding banquet? Just send any secretary."

"But the other party is going to inherit it," Daniel Frank said.

"If I said I'm not going, then I'm not going. Don't bother me!" William Cullen flipped through the documents in his hands and impatiently interrupted Daniel Frank.

Alice Clyne took a glance, and saw that William Cullen had been in a rage for 20 hours every day.

Wedding dinner.

Alice Clyne suddenly remembered that Patrick Miller and Mary Clyne's wedding would be two days later, and the unsigned invitation was still lying in her bag.

She was really messed up by William Cullen, to think that she could even forget about this.

To go or not to go?

Alice Clyne frowned, then walked into the kitchen and started choosing dishes for dinner.

Halfway through cooking, her phone suddenly vibrated. Alice Clyne took out her phone with one hand and the other hand, it was her foster father calling.

It took her two seconds to get through. "Dad."

She had forgotten how long it had been since she had received a call from her adoptive father. All these years, she had been calling back home, and her adoptive parents would not take it.

"Yes." The foster father's voice was emotionless. "Are you still drawing cartoons at home?"

"Yes, I'm still drawing cartoons." Alice Clyne said as she moved the spoon, listening to the voice of her foster father that she had not heard for a long time. Her nose felt a little sour, "Father, are you and mother alright?"

"You know that flute's wedding is called Princess's wedding by the media, right?" The foster father asked instead of answering.

Mary Clyne.

So, it was for his sister.

"Yeah, I know."

Alice Clyne said lightly.

William Cullen suddenly walked in from outside. Seeing that she was making a phone call, he did not make a sound, but walked to her side and picked up a pair of chopsticks, starting to eat the dishes she made.

He must have starved to death in his previous life, so he only knew eat.

Alice Clyne glanced at him, and her foster father's voice sounded out from her phone, "Do you know how many people are paying attention to this wedding? At that time, the media both at home and abroad will pay attention to it. This is the only wedding of her life, I did not expect that there would be any negative news at all."

Negative reports.

Afraid she'd go to the wedding?

"Don't worry, I won't go."

Alice Clyne said as she turned her head. William Cullen had already finished most

of the dishes, but the thin lip did not have a single bit of oil on it.

"If we don't go, won't it become a family feud?" The foster father was a little dissatisfied, "On that day, you will come with us. Stay by our side and don't mess around. You don't have to say anything. Just eat."

"But I don't want to go!"

Hearing this, the foster father immediately said in excitement: "You still need to play around for a few more years before you can call it quits. They are already getting married, are you really not giving face to your sister? I've raised you for so many years, you should at least return some of the favor."

I've raised you for so many years, you should at least return some of it.

Who can resist the big hat of the benefactor?

Alice Clyne quietly listened, her voice hoarse, and said: "I understand, I will go."

She clearly didn't want to get entangled with Patrick Miller and the others

anymore, but her foster father still wanted her to appear.

Reality always backfired.

I hope this is the last time.

"That's for the best."

With that, the foster father hung up.

Alice Clyne put down her phone, took out the dishes from the pot and looked to

the side.

William Cullen lazily stood beside her, staring at the dish she had brought out with

his black eyes.

Are you a pig?

Alice Clyne really wanted to ask.

"Your eyes seem to say I'm a pig." William Cullen swept his sharp gaze at her. Alice Clyne was shocked, and immediately replied: "No."

"Better not." William Cullen withdrew his gaze and started to eat the newest hot dish again. As he ate, he suddenly asked, "Alice Clyne, what special ingredient did you add into the dish?noveldrama

"How is this possible?" Alice Clyne didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's just some ordinary household food."

"Then why am I addicted to it?"

William Cullen's voice was very heavy, the chopsticks on his plate were moving about, and the expression on Jun Pang froze a little.

He was not a gluttonous person and his appetite was normal before, but when he saw the food that Alice Clyne cooked, he felt that it was insufficient and he could not find a single reason.

"Huh?"

Alice Clyne was startled, he said, he was addicted to her food?

Had she done that well? Why didn't she think so?

"Oh right, Mr. Cullen, did my university classmate Tang Yi manage to find out how

to contact her?" Alice Clyne asked.

"Not yet." William Cullen placed a mouthful of Stir-Fried Vegetables into his

mouth.

"Oh."

Alice Clyne nodded her head in disappointment as she clasped her hands together, looking at William Cullen who was eating in an extremely noble manner, "There's something else I want to talk to you about, I'm going to a wedding in two days. I'm not at home."

"No way!" William Cullen blurted out shout, his tone was extremely tyrannical.

"I have to go to this wedding." Alice Clyne looked at him seriously, "How about this, what do you want to eat?

This is soft policy.

"You."

"What?" Alice Clyne was stunned.

"Eat you, then I'll let you go." William Cullen suddenly put down his chopsticks,

turned and stared at her, his black eyes deep as though he wanted to swallow her whole.

Alice Clyne felt uncomfortable being stared at with such a gaze.

Eat her? Even in normal times, she couldn't say that it was bad. Her body had

long since become his dessert.

"Alright."

Alice Clyne thought that she had really fallen, agreeing to this kind of absurd request was really straightforward.

William Cullen stared at her, his lips curving in a smile of satisfaction, as he opened his arms wide, "Then you must take the initiative, without any sincerity, do

you think I would let you go so easily?"

For the past few days, she had been as stiff as a block of wood.

I knew it wouldn't be that easy to pass.

Alice Clyne hesitated, she actually wanted to participate in Patrick Miller's

wedding? She wanted to take the initiative with William Cullen, this was too

excessive.

"I'll count to three." William Cullen raised his eyebrows, his eyes filled with

certainty.

"How?"

Alice Clyne didn't know how far this initiative would go.

"Until I'm satisfied, of course. "1." William Cullen began to count.

"Three!"

Suddenly at number 3, Alice Clyne did not think too much, directly pouncing

forward and hugging his waist, throwing herself into his embrace.

She hit him hard.

William Cullen slightly tilted his body backwards as his chest fiercely shook. The

golden light above his head shattered into countless rays of light in his eyes.

She hugged him tightly, her body as soft as water.

Alice Clyne.

'This woman...'

Alice Clyne didn't know what he was thinking, and was a little frustrated.

Forget it, since I've already done it, I'll just take the initiative and finish it myself. Alice Clyne lifted her face and stared at William Cullen's somewhat stiff face. She

slowly stood up on her tiptoes and leaned towards her thin lip, moving closer bit by bit. William Cullen lowered his eyes and stared at her. Her lips were pink, and he was slowly approaching with temptation.

Their lips touched.

She kissed him.

William Cullen's heart suddenly stopped beating, and his breathing became

heavy, as though he had suddenly met a dry person, and thirsted for water.

He did not move, but Alice Clyne stuck her lips on his thin lip, wiggling her lips unskillfully.

No, she really wouldn't take the initiative to do such a thing.

Just as Alice Clyne was about to leave, she hugged her body tightly and buried herself deep within her embrace. Lowering her head, she kissed her lips with force and craziness, she pried open her lips and poured in a mouthful of flames,

like a person on the verge of death, desperately trying to get the sweetness from her mouth ...

She was less than 1.7 meters away from his height.

William Cullen lowered his head, exhausted. He placed his hand on her waist and

pulled her up.

Alice Clyne's feet gradually left the ground and she was kissed like this, afraid that

she would fall down, a pair of hands slowly wrapped around his neck.

It was a long night.

Within the luxurious mansion, it was a scene of enchantment.

Two days later, the morning was beautiful and the air was especially fresh.

They are reputed to be the people who are most concerned about weddings in the country The wedding between Miller's

crown prince Patrick Miller and the female star Mary Clyne will be held today.

The news was circulating on TV, making a wedding a special topic that attracted the highest level of attention at home and abroad.