"Alice?"

The man on the bed opened his eyes and looked at the empty space in his arms. His amber eyes were a little uneasy.

Every day when he opened his eyes, his woman would always be in his arms and say good morning to him with a smile.

The man turned over and sat up. The black quilt slipped down on his waist, revealing his proud honey figure. After looking around the bedroom with his amber eyes, the handsome face with mixed features suddenly showed a sense of surprise.

His Alice had never left his sight in the morning. It was strange today.

He stood up and walked to the French window. The man stretched out his hand to open the thick curtain. The morning sunshine instantly poured into the luxurious bedroom decorated in the European style castle.

Looking out of the window at the manor, the band was singing elegantly. The white roses were blooming. The man looked down at the flower path, trying to find the figure of his beloved woman.

Today was the day of his wedding with Alice Brown. The manor was bustling with people, gathering the bigwigs of the two gangs in the world.

He was the CEO of the Smith group. A sneeze would shake the earth. There was no need to hide his identity. The group was the The Empire State Building of the underworld in the world, and he, Lyman, was the unruly and fearful king in the Empire.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

"Come in."

Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the door. Lyman Smith didn't turn around but said in a low voice.

"Mr President, miss Alice's image team is here...."

Cathy Jones looked around the room and found that there was only one person in the room. She stopped before she finished his words. As long as Lyman returned to the ancient castle, Alice Brown would stay with him.

As Alice's personal follower, she came to ask Alice if she had gotten up, which meant that Alice Brown was not in the Manor!

"Find her out..."

The light and shadows floated, and the fragrance of white roses under the windowsill floated. Lyman's voice was as cold as his insidious, indifferent and brutal voice to the world.

The distinguished guests of Lyman's manor were all in high spirits, and there was a stir in the dark.

In less than an hour, a disk was sent to Lyman.

"Mr President, this is the video from the monitoring room. Miss Alice left..."

Cathy Jones led Evan, the chief of the security department in the monitoring room of Lyman Smith's manor, to stand in front of the gloomy Lyman.

In front of the window, the man in the latest customized Armani suit waved his hand, and the white porcelain vase on the table fell to the ground with a bang.

Taking a deep breath, Cathy said, "Mr President, I think it's a good thing that miss Alice left voluntarily. You know she has bad intentions. She is a killer and wants to kill you!"

"Fuck off!"

Lyman Smith's low voice was more frightening than his roar.

"I will Shut up!"

After a short pause,Cathy turned around and left the dormitory with Evan, who was shivering.

"I was scared to death!" Evan stood on the luxurious corridor, holding his heart with his hands.

On the other hand, Amanda shouted angrily, "it's lucky for you to be alive. How could Alice Brown leave under eyessuch a big security department?"

" as you know, the wedding of the president will be held in a few days. There are so many people going out and in..."

"Well, you don't have to find an excuse!"

Frowning, Cathy turned around and was about to leave. She stopped again and said, "cheer up today. I've heard that someone has sold the CEO's life for one billion dollars in this wedding banquet!"

"Yes..."

"Bang..."

Before Evan finished his words, there was a burst of gunshot, mixed with the screams outside the manor.

"Security chief, hurry up!" Looking at Evan who was standing aside, Cathy shouted angrily.

Outside the manor, there were more than a hundred killers. They wanted to kill Lyman Smith, the highest price in the world.

It was a big bounty. As long as Lyman Smith was alive, it was there! The mysterious man invested at a price of one hundred million increase each time. So Lyman Smith became the most attractive honey.

In the bedroom, Lyman Smith loosened his tie inlaid with blue diamonds and sank into the sofa. Listening to the gunshots outside the window, he felt like listening to the beautiful singing of the opera in Rome. His slender fingertips were twisting a crystal cup, and the wine in the cup was dark red like blood. Looking at the photo on the wall, he sank his eyes and swallowed the blood in one gulp.

"Alice, you love me, right? That's why you left!"

"Alice, the orphanage twenty years ago. I'm brother Smithyou have forgotten!"

"So, you are a dangerous person, and I still treat you as a treasure!"

The office was on the top floor of the summer in Rome, Italy. The simple black decoration showed the owner's deep character.

In front of the huge French window, Lyman Smith was sitting on a black leather chair. His half raised face was as beautiful as the statue of David.

Looking at the white dove occasionally flying in the blue sky behind the French window, a hint of sadness flashed through his amber eyes.

He had been looking for her for three months, but there was no news. They only found out that she was a killer from Z country.

"Beep..."

The sound of the phone suddenly resounded through the office. Lyman Smith turned around and found it was a call from Z country.

"Hello!" Lyman Smith leaned against the back of his chair and said in a low voice. This was the first time he made a sound in a day.

"Hi! Hold on! Tell you the good news and bad news..." an elegant male voice came out.

"Spark, you know I don't have much patience. The point!" Lyman Smith said gloomily, resting his chin on his fingertips.

"OK! I know you are not in a good mood recently. These two pieces of news are about Alice Brown!"

Lyman Smith was a little surprised. He immediately stood up from his leather chair, put his hands on the table and said coldly to the phone, "speak!"

On the other side of the phone, Spark kept silent for a moment and said, "the good news is that Alice Brown has been found!"

"Where is she?"

Lyman Smith still looked cold. Although there was no one in the office at the moment, he was used to it.

" you need to calm down and listen to me!"

In the CEO Office of the Qiao group in Z country, with the standard of Eastern aesthetic standards, Spark's elegant and handsome face looked more dignified.

"Tell me, you should know that I have always been very calm!" Lyman Smith said in a low voice.

"Alice Brown is dying... And she is five months pregnant..."

When Spark finished his words, there was a dead silence in the president's office of Lyman group on the other side of the phone.

"Hi! Are you still here?" Spark called in a trembling voice. Lyman Smith restrained many women around him, but Alice Brown, the bride who had run away, had the heart of Lyman Smith. No one knew why.

"Where is she?" After a long time, Spark finally heard what Lyman said.

"My men found Alice Brown in a remote small hospital in the mountain. When they found her, she was shot in the chest, but her lungs were infected and she was at her last gasp!" Said Spark in a calm tone. Since such a thing happened to Alice Brown in Z country, he could foresee the change of the situation in Z country in the future!

"Let her wait for me alive..."

"Bang!" After smashing the phone, Lyman Smith's eyes turned red, like an arrogant beast. Just now, Spark said that Alice was injured and hid in the mountains? Who on earth dared to touch Alice!

Ten hours later, a private plane slowly landed at the international airport of Z country.

No one knew who the handsome man was after he rushed out of the VIP passage and got into the phantom of a Rolls-Royce that had been waiting for a long time.

"Sir, Spark asked you if you want to have a rest in the villa first?" Asked Alfred, the driver.

"Hospital!" The man in the back seat of the car was so cold that it made people shiver. Alfred closed his mouth, stepped on the pedal and directly rushed to the most luxurious private hospital of the Abot group in the city.

On the eighth floor of the hospital, there was an exclusive ICU ward for the nobles. With the most exquisite medical skills, the most advanced medical equipment in the world, and the super confidential system for patients' privacy, it became the best choice for the super rich people in the world to survive.

The director of the hospital had already been waiting here. Their boss had said that this was a super VIP today and they had to serve him well.

As soon as Lyman stepped into the eighth floor, the luxurious decoration gave him a cold feeling, which made him frown.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Lyman!" The Dean came over from a distance. He finally felt the aura of the legendary Lyman, which made him difficult to breathe.

Lyman Smith didn't even look at the middle-aged man beside him. He just asked indifferently, "where is she?"

"Please follow me!" Lowering his head, the Dean walked forward, opened the password on the glass door layer by layer, and entered the innermost ward.

As soon as Lyman Smith entered the room with light blue light, he felt that his breath was immediately plundered, because he saw that Alice, whom he hadn't seen for three months, was now lying in a glass cover, her long flaxen hair hanging loose, like an angel wearing a whiteskirt and her belly slightly bulging. However, her beautiful face and chest were filled with tubes that could save her life.

Alice, his porcelain doll, the precious woman who would hide in his arms every morning and wait for him to wake up, was now lying in such a cold ward! Lyman Smith's bleeding heart kept beating.

"Mr. Lyman, let me explain miss Alice's condition..."

"Get out..." Lyman Smith ordered the middle-aged Dean beside him in a low voice.

"Yes..." the terrible feeling made the dean and the nurses run out of the ward crazily.

"Alice..."

Lyman Smith sat down in front of the glass bed and called the woman in the glass cover in a low voice.

Looking at the woman's bulging belly, the pain in his heart made his eyes instantly filled with murderous will.

Five months? That was to say, Alice had been pregnant for two months when she left.

That was his child!

Lyman Smith's palm thumped on the glass cover, sliding down, and finally clenched into a fist.

The woman in the glass cover seemed to be awakened by a call. She weakly raised her eyelids and looked at the man's sad face through the clear glass. A line of tears fell from the corner of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth moved, as if she wanted to say something.

"Who is it, Alice? Tell me, who made you so..."

Lyman Smith pressed the glass cabinet beside the bed with his trembling hands. After the glass cabinet was opened, he leaned over Alice Brown's mouth and listened to her.

"I... I'm sorry, Adam. I... I love you... Really!" Alice Brown's voice sounded distant, as if she had died for a long time, but not far away.

"I know..."

Lyman Smith said in a trembling voice.

"She... She... The porcelain doll..."

Alice Brown stretched out her hand from the hem of her dress with difficulty, holding a crumpled photo in her hand. Her tears streamed down more violently.

Lyman Smith held back his falling hand and took out the photo in Alice Brown's hand. Without looking at it, he said, "Alice, I won't let go of the person who hurt you and our child..."

"No... I want to... Take revenge. I have foreseen the end of the killer. Lyman, my wish is fulfilled. I will love you well in my next life..."

"Beep..."

The life monitoring devices at the top of the technology let out sharp sounds. Alice Brown quietly closed her beautiful eyes, and her hand was still on the photo in Lyman's hand.

"Alice, is it her? Did she kill you?" Lyman Smith looked at the girl in the photo and said in a low voice.

Alice Brown didn't respond. Lyman Smith bent down and held Alice Brown's thin and cold body. There was no trace of sadness in his low voice.

"Alice, don't die, don't leave... he said he would protect her..."

"Alice..."

Lyman Smith suddenly burst into tears. He held his porcelain doll and cried out uncontrollably. The porcelain doll he had finally found in the past twenty years was broken into pieces under his eyes.

At the door of the ward, Spark, who came in a hurry, dispersed the doctors and nurses who were waiting at the door to confirm the patient's death!

No matter how much money life was spent, it was impossible to get it back. This ward was nothing more than burning money for the super rich to continue the life of their loved ones. It was not able to save lives. Life was short of miracles.

If it could be changed, listening to Lyman Smith's sadness, Spark thought that even if Lyman Smith could save the fortune in the world for the woman's life, Lyman Smith would be willing to do so.

A second passed like a century. Lyman Smith walked out of the ward with the crumpled photo in his hand, which was taken down from Alice Brown's hand.

"This photo was taken by Alice. She can't take it down anyway!" Said Spark, following behind Lyman.

"Spark, find out everything about this woman..."

"Since Alice is dead, all the people around this woman who have anything to do with her must die with her!"