The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities-Chapter 184 - Master, I Was Wrong

Paul’s eyes widened, his pupils full of horror. “Master… what does this mean…”

“From today, you are no longer my butler. You are free and can go wherever you want.” Bill’s voice was cold, without any warmth.

Paul jumped out of the bed and fell down in front of Bill with a plop, begging, “Master… no… I don’t want any freedom. I don’t want to go anywhere!”

“According to the regulations, I have the right to deprive you of all the memories about me.” Bill refused to look at him and replied lightly.

But for Paul, every minute he spent with his master was precious. The memory of his master was all he had.

How could he let it be taken away so easily?!

Paul couldn’t help snarling, tears bursting out of his eyes. “If you want to erase these memories from me, you might as well just kill me!”

Bill’s expression was indifferent and he didn’t seem to be moved at all. Looking at the man, he said, “You can start.”

Paul hurriedly grabbed Bill’s trouser legs, shouting while crying. “I was wrong, Master. I really know that I was wrong… From now on I will be obedient and listen to you. I won’t go anywhere, and I won’t be your burden again. I beg you, let me stay by your side…”

He prostrated on the ground in the most humble posture, pressed his forehead against Bill’s toes, and kept begging.

As the other man stepped closer, Paul trembled in fright and hurriedly got up from the ground.

“Don’t come over! Don’t come over!” He began to smash things frantically.

Finally, he curled up into a corner, and his pale little face was covered with tears.

At this time, several bodyguards poured in from outside the door.

They pulled Paul out of the corner and pressed him to the ground.

Paul twisted his body desperately and kicked his legs, like a dying fish, screaming from his throat. “Help! Master… help me! Please help me!”

Sitting on the first floor, Claire could clearly hear the crying upstairs, which was full of pain and despair.

Outside the door, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and heavy rain began to fall.

The room was in a mess. The man walked up to Paul, squatted down on one knee, and covered Paul’s head with his hand.

Paul slammed his head on the ground frantically, making loud bangs, and his once clear eyes were covered by despair bit by bit.

Up to this moment, he was still begging Bill for mercy. He opened his mouth wide but was too hoarse to make a sound. “Master… I was wrong… I was wrong… please…”

Keeping his back to him, Bill lowered his head, his expression unseen. He clenched his drooping hands into fists, tightening them so hard that angry blue veins stood out on his wrists and his fists shook slightly.

Gradually, Paul stopped struggling, limp all over, and his pupils began to dilate.

Then, he closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

The man retracted his hand and stood up. “Okay, it’s done.”

Bill’s voice was hoarse. “Go out.”

Everyone left the room and the door was closed.

Everything fell into silence, only the violent wind whistled outside the window.

Bill finally turned around and walked towards Paul step by step. He picked him up from the ground, and put him on the bed carefully.

Paul’s eyes were red.

Bill wiped away the teardrops from his cheeks with his fingertips, brushed away the scattered hair on his forehead, and dropped a soft kiss between his eyebrows.

Go somewhere else and live your life.

He opened the door, and the bodyguards were waiting outside.

Bill coldly ordered. “Send him away, as far as possible from here.”

On the first floor, Claire got up from the sofa. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted a dark shadow, and turned her head to look.

The man was standing on the stairs, and seemed to be staring at her through the white silk covering his eyes. His thin lips were curled up in a subtle arc.