My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 787

- This time, York...

Bodyguards rushed up again and again.

Lambert could only stand there and watch as the bodyguards surrounded David and brought him down. He watched as David struggled to stand up from the crowd and continued to walk towards him without caring about anything else.

Like a scene that slowed down, David fell down again and again, and was even stepped on ruthlessly by someone.

Lambert looked on blankly and shouted loudly, "David! David!"

At this moment. Other than shouting David's name, there was nothing he could do.

"Bam!"

Once again, David was pushed to the ground. The group of people wanted to tie him up. The secretary watched from afar, neither anxious nor impatient. As if he was watching a powerless battle, watching how the bodyguards would humiliate the young master of Cullen Family.

"Tie him up! Tie him up! "the bodyguards shouted.

David landed on the ground and swept his leg horizontally, once again struggling through the crowd as he walked towards Lambert.

Actually, he also knew very well that even if he walked in front of Lambert, he wouldn't be able to successfully bring him away. He didn't know why, but he just wanted to walk over.

He could not catch the distance the plane fell into the sea, and this time he could.

"..."

Other than being unable to do anything, he was also being unable to do anything. Lambert never would have thought that David would come and save him, to ignore everything else.

"Bam."

David fell down again.

Lambert had already lost count of how many times he had fallen. He used all his strength to push on the railings and tried to escape frantically, "David! You get up and go!

If he didn't get up, he would have to surrender.

David really stood up and continued to walk in this direction. Lambert shouted excitedly, "Go back! Don't come back! "Go back!"

David looked like he did not understand as he continued walking towards him, blood dripping down from the top of his head.

"Bam."

Suddenly, a huge knocking sound came from the door. A group of Cullen Family subordinates who were dressed in the same way charged out once again, with a bunch of pursuers behind them. They did not bother about it, and rushed towards David, "Eldest Young Master!"

"Why did you guys come back?"

David staggered and stood up, almost falling down. Being supported by one of his subordinates. The subordinates rushed forward to block his attack, then said to him, "Second Young Master had already said that if Eldest Young Master can't go back, then we don't need to go back either!"

William.

It was William again.

His brother had done too much, and he could not save anyone.

"Moreover, we have been cared for by the Cullen Family for so many years, how can we leave Young Master here alone!" One of the subordinates said again, protecting David as he retreated, "Young Master, let's go back."

As soon as the secretary heard this he was leaning on his cane, and he shouted, "Nobody leaves! Other than David, the rest can all shoot!"

"If you dare to hurt a single hair on one of my men. I will immediately commit suicide here. I want to see how my younger brother will massacre your Lancaster tribe!"

David, who was standing behind the group of people, hysterically roared out. His pair of eyes looked as if he was dyed in blood.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

In their memories, it was different from William's insolence and domineering attitude. David was elegant and noble. He had the arrogance of a noble son, but was also peaceful. No one had ever seen David like this including Lambert.

The secretary stood there. Being struck by David's words, he did not know how to react as he thought to himself that it was possible for William to massacre his entire family.

"Catch him!" Leave all of them for me! No one can even dream of leaving this villa!" the secretary shouted.

Cullen Family's men were far less than the Villa's bodyguards. No matter how skilled they were, and they would not be able to stop the beating. The two could only shout, "Young Master, let's retreat.

"Those who want to leave, and I won't keep!"

David pushed the person beside him away and got caught again. A fist landed on his face and punched him hard. The corner of his eyes turned green.

"Eldest Young Master!"

His men looked at him in panic.

"Let's go!" David, you go! " Before Lambert could rejoice at the return of his subordinates, he started to hate David's stubbornness again. "Do you f * eking want to die?"

He swore.

David stood there unsteadily, and his short hair already in disarray. He raised his eyes to look in the direction of Lambert, and the lips behind the mask curved into a smile. He reached out his hand to press the corner of his eyes.

"I don't need you to save me! Even if you saved me, I wouldn't be grateful! "Go away!"

If he didn't leave now, then how long would he have to wait? Did he really not want to live anymore?

"I'm not leaving!"

With that, David beat a person in his way down ruthlessly with the help of his subordinates.

"What are you doing?" David, I don't have such a good relationship with you, you don't need to risk your life to save me! Go! "Just go!" Lambert grabbed the incomparably hard railing and shouted with all his might. His voice instantly became hoarse. "Let's go!"

In the end, Lambert could only shout and leave with a tearing sound.

But in the midst of his voice, that group of people still continued to fight and showed no signs of leaving. One after another was fell, and David's helpers became fewer and fewer.

Blood splattered the wall.

The ground was littered with dying people.

Lambert could not calculate how many times David had been hit, but it was as if he had nine lives and had not fallen yet.

"Boom! Boom!"

Someone smashed their way down towards the back of David's head ruthlessly. David, who was too exhausted, bent his knees and knelt on the ground.