My Lord, My Billionaire Master novel Chapter 813

— You are very much like my wife

Alice saw that Catherine anxiously looked at the flower basket in her servant's hands, wishing that she could immediately chase after him. After a while, Catherine said to Alice, "You, the woman who loves money, wait here for me! I told my father to give you some coins!"

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Did she ask for money?

If it wasn't for Holy, she really didn't want to socialize with such a little girl.

However, the way Catherine acted reminded her of the William she had just met. He was also a proud and pampered person, with all sorts of words that could not be spoken and all sorts of words that he didn't mean.

Alice was a little dazed. Back then, those were several years ago.

After she finished speaking, Catherine hurriedly ran inside, afraid that the flower basket would be broken by the servants.

Seeing that, Alice reckoned that she would not be able to see Catherine again today. So she turned to leave. A calm and mature man's voice came from behind, "Please wait."

Alice turned her head.

Scott, who was dressed in household clothes, walked out of the house and stood in front of Alice. In his hand was a purse, he opened it and took out a few bills, "Here, my daughter likes it a lot."

Alice thought about her identity as a flower picking woman and she accepted the money.

"What's your name?"

Scott looked at her and asked. His pair of eyes were extremely deep, but it was different from William's deep gaze. His eyes made people feel uncomfortable.

"For you guys, I'm enough to be called flower-picking woman."

Alice said coldly as she kept the bills in her apron's pocket.

"My name is Lang, and my daughter is Catherine. For you to be able to be here, you must have known who we are." Lang said. He didn't care about her cold tone.

This was the complete opposite of his daughter. He looked very easy to talk to.

"That's right. We all know of Mr.Scott."

Alice said coldly, her tone carrying a bit of ridicule.

Scott was still acting like a gentleman when he heard this. He was not angry, and just as he was about to speak, the servant came out again. He was pushing a bicycle, and a cloth bag was placed on the bike.

"Mr.Scott, I will send flowers to each family now."

The servant said to Lang.

Alice was a little stunned. So the reason the Wave Island was arranged to be like a city of flowers was because Lang was sending people flowers? Did he like flowers that much?

"Alright." Lang nodded, then took out all the money he had left from his wallet and gave it to the servant, "she is sick, and her family is poor. Give the money to her parents, and let her to see the doctor."

The servant took the money and sighed, "Mr.Scott, you are such a good person. You helped everyone in the Wave Island who needed favor. You even paid for a small tile."

"I'm glad I could help. Go ahead."

Scott said.

Alice looked at Lang in surprise. He was a kind man, and sounded like he had helped the families of the Wave Island many times. It was no wonder why people said that the Wave Island's money was from him.

Scott looked back at Alice. Seeing that Alice was looking at him, he smiled humbly.

When the servant walked out with his bike and saw the potholes, he could not help but sigh and said, "That William relied on his great authority and influence to come to our house and act so predominantly. Mr.Scott, are you really not going to take care of this?"

Hearing about William, Alice's heart shrunk.

"William is not someone that I can easily offend. If he blocks my way, then it's his revenge. He'll just forget about this matter after a while."

"What about this road? My bicycle can pass, but, Mr.Scott, you must drive your car out through the back door. " The servant looked at him with concern.

"It doesn't matter. It's just a bit more troublesome. You can go. Be careful."

Scott said.

Alice looked at Lang. This person was not bad. Although William blocked his door, he did not have any methods to deal with William. Not begging for mercy and not causing trouble was enough to prove that he was a generous person.

For some reason, he doted on his daughter like that.

Could it be that this little girl was the same as William, suffering from paranoid personality disorder?

When Alice saw Lang looking at her again, she lowered her head and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."

To get close to the little girl, one had to go in sequence.

"Wait."

Scott called out to her again, smiled and said, "Miss, I'm really grateful to you. My daughter really likes you. She woke up at 4 in the morning and has been waiting for you to come over."

"Forgive me for speaking bluntly, but I don’t have the luck to enjoy being liked by your daughter."

Alice said coldly. Her son was still depressed.

Scott was still smiling. He was such a gentleman, "You look very much like my wife."

Alice was stunned. His wife? His divorced wife?

"My wife used to love flowers and would dress up like you and cut them and bring them back to decorate our house." Lang said with a trace of longing in his eyes.

"Used to? Where is she now?"

In fact, Alice really wanted to ask why he still got a divorce if he missed his wife so much.

Hearing this question, a trace of sadness flashed across Lang's eyes. At this time, he barely managed to laugh and skipped over this topic. "Catherine really likes you. I hope that you can continue to send flowers. If you meet Catherine, please try to coax her and make her happy."

Alice stood there and did not reply.

"Can't you do it?"