My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 36

"Ah ah ah!"

Several waiters screamed and looked at the scene in horror.

Since the people who lived in Port of Heaven were all upper class, the waiter did not dare to criticize Alice Clyne, and could only ask, "Miss, do you want to take care of all of these for you?"

To damage so many rich fragments, even if they lost money, they still wouldn't be able to compensate.

Alice Clyne stood there, unmoving.

She was not afraid of doing wrong, not afraid of embarrassment, but she did not want to be in front of Patrick Miller.

But Patrick Miller did not do as she wished, and instead watched the scene unfold from the sidelines.

He stepped forward and pointed to the plate with the butterfly pattern on it. It was now broken into several pieces.

"250 thousand USD."

The waiter announced the price.

If one plate was 250 thousand USD, then the broken plates on the floor would have to be compensated by a few million USD.

Alice Clyne's body became even more stiff.

Patrick Miller looked at her coldly. Her face was pale white.

"I'll compensate for you. From today onwards, don't let me see you again, and don't come harass Mary Clyne and me again. This is for the money you disappeared into. " Patrick Miller said as he took out a black card from his pocket and handed it over to the waiter.

This is for the money you disappeared into.

She had done so many things for that memory of the past, and all she had gotten was the result of him buying her and disappearing.

"Everything about me has nothing to do with you. Please leave."

Alice Clyne stopped his actions.

Patrick Miller sneered in disdain, "You wouldn't be able to afford to pay for these plates even if you painted your entire life. "Clever, you should beg me now."

"That's my business." Alice Clyne met his gaze, his gaze stubborn. "Back then, when I pestered you, it was my business; if I gave up, it was also my business, it would never have anything to do with you, you don't need to buy it with money."

Accepting this kind of money was an insult to the memories of the past.

This was her last pride in front of Patrick Miller.

She had to give it up beautifully, not for money.

Patrick Miller was agitated by the stubbornness in her eyes, so he kept his wallet and coldly said, "Fine, if you go to jail for this, it'll let me have some peace."

With that, Patrick Miller turned and left without looking back.

What was left behind were pieces of a wolf's corpse and Alice Clyne, who had long since broken into pieces.

Only after Patrick Miller left did the attendants realize that this woman, Alice Clyne, could not afford to pay.

"You are just a pauper wandering around porcelain gallery. Is there something wrong with your head?"

"Hurry up and compensate me with money! I'll keep it in mind. It should be around two million, hurry up and compensate me with money!"

"Why aren't you saying anything? If you don't,

I'll call the police!"

"Did you know that you would cause us to lose our jobs?!"

Alice Clyne stood there, looking at Patrick Miller's figure that was getting further and further away, being pushed to the wall by the two waiters, causing her to feel pain.

However, she didn't have the strength to resist.

Seeing that, the attendant became even more hysterical, cursing while ripping off Alice Clyne's clothes, trying to get the bank card from her.

Someone was calling the police.

Alice Clyne remained indifferent. She really couldn't afford to compensate these things, she could only go to jail.

"I have seen many women like you. From Mr. Miller's tone, you must have pestered him quite a bit, adoring him for his vanity.

"That's right, Mr. Miller's fiancee is Mary Clyne. She's a big star, take a look at what you have."

"You aren't even fit to carry Mary Clyne's shoes."

"That's right, Mr. Miller isn't blind, do you think that just because you chased all the way to Port of Heaven, he would take a fancy to you? "Who do you think you are!"

These words deeply provoked Alice Clyne.

Mr. Miller isn't a blind, who do you think you are!

Mr. Miller isn't a blind, who do you think you are!

"William Cullen."

Alice Clyne who had always been silent suddenly spoke out.

The waiter, who was about to tear off her clothes, stopped his actions and cursed. He was stunned for a moment before asking, "What did you say?"

"William Cullen."

Alice Clyne looked at the waiters who had surrounded her, and said word by word, "William Cullen will pay for me, I can compensate you."

Everyone was stunned.

On the other side, Port of Heaven's Building A had a 1st floor, and at the end of it was an extremely large mansion that was close to 1200 square meters.

Patrick Miller walked in from outside and the maid waiting at the door immediately brought out her slippers, bowing her head respectfully and saying, "Young Master, you're back."

"Yes."

Patrick Miller replied indifferently, he put on his slippers and walked towards the direction of the living room.

The living room was decorated brilliantly like a western palace. This was Mary Clyne's request, and she liked to be treated like a princess.

The news was on the big screen.

In the middle of the living room, Mary Clyne was practicing on a blanket wearing a black yoga dress, slowly breathing in and out, her two slender legs moving like a water snake.

"You're pregnant, don't do this."

Patrick Miller took off his suit and handed it over to the maid girl beside him, then squatted down and said gently.

"I'm just afraid that you'll despise me if I lose my figure."

Mary Clyne sat on the blanket, her eyes filled with grief and sorrow.

"How could that be? We're all going to get married, what are you thinking?" Patrick Miller reached out to stroke her head, then walked to the sofa and sat down, taking out his wallet to the side.

The wallet.