My Lord, My Billionaire Master

The Imperial Castle stood in the forest, at the edge of the city, it was

incomparably magnificent, and also had a sense of mystery that made people yearn for it.

It was hot.

It was so hot, so hot that one was hard to breathe.

A young girl was sleeping on an English styled bed. Her slender body was covered with a white muslin. Sweat slowly dripped down her delicate face, landing on her thin lips.

The sweat on her arms had already dyed her clothes wet, creating one's fantasy for her.

"Hm, it's so hot!"

Alice moaned as she woke up from her deep sleep.

What she saw was a luxurious but unfamiliar room, with fourteenth-century western paintings on the walls swaying in her blurred vision.

Where was she?

She looked around.

She saw a man sitting on the sofa at one corner of the room. He had a slender figure, his fingers hold a cup of wine.

"Who are you? Why is it so hot here? Can you turn off the air conditioner?"

When she said that, Alice realised that her voice was weak, as if she was sick.

It's too hot.

"Woman, if you don't wake up, I will set the temperature here to 88 degrees and steam you alive!"

A man's voice sounded in the room filled with heat.

Steam alive?

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Alice was a little unfocused. Sweat fell into her eyes, blocking her eyesight.

There was sound of steady footsteps.

She lifted her hand to wipe the sweat, revealing her exquisite collarbone. When she looked forward, her gaze met one that was like a falcon's.

The man stood in front of her bed, both his legs were straight and long, the pristine white Clynert set off his tall and straight body, two buttons were loosen, and above, was a face that could "suffocate" a person, his thin lips slightly opened, it was so sexy.

The room was clearly extremely hot, but the man's face didn't have the slightest bit of sweat. It was graceful and calm.

He was like a man walking out of a newspaper. He's very young, younger than 29.

Eh, why does he look so familiar?

Where have I seen him before?

Because of her long-term professional habits, Alice was a person who was easy to get lost in thought. Thinking of this, she stared at the man in a daze, but very quickly, she came to her senses because the man took out a silver handgun.

And the gun was aimed at her.

Eh? Why it became like this?

"What are you doing? Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Alice, who was sitting on the bed, was so shocked that she was about to retreat, while the man approached her with the gun pointed at her face.

She had a face that could be described as pure, and her features were delicate but not ostentatious or aggressive. She was very beautiful.

The muzzle of his gun slid slowly down to her lips, to her pointed chin, and then to her delicate collarbone.

Alice unconsciously tensed up, the white muslin on her body practically fell off, and her hot sweat instantly turned into cold.

"Woman, where my child?"

William stood in front of her, his cold voice sweeping across her body.

"What?"

Alice was stunned.

"Three years ago, you were pregnant with my child. Where is he now?"

As William asked this question word by word, his white hands lightly moved, and drew circles on her collarbone with the muzzle of the gun between her clothes.

"Child?"

Alice was at a loss for words. Only after a long while did she slowly calm down, "I say, are you sure you're not mistaken? I don't know you. I never had a baby."