My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 38

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.