The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 92

The next moment, Dr. Dylan seemed to sense something. He quietly stood in front of her, blocking Lucian’s view.

He grinned, “Allison and I are here on behalf of my parents to celebrate Carter’s birthday.”

“Oh? Allison, is that you? I almost didn’t recognize you,” Penelope suddenly said, surprised.

When faced with the puzzled looks around her, she casually explained, “Sorry, my bad. It’s just that I can’t believe that our housemaid could be Dr. Dylan’s girlfriend.”

Her voice was just right, loud enough for everyone who was paying attention to hear clearly.

News that the Flanagan family’s maid was attending the birthday party spread quickly, and Allison took a deep breath.

She knew Penelope would never miss a chance to shame her.

She lowered her head and calmly addressed her as “Ms. Flanagan.”

Cora, who hadn’t left yet, suddenly remembered that Allison was the Flanagan family’s falsely accused maid. No wonder she seemed familiar.

Penelope, her eyes full of

the Lindberg family,” Cora said, “So naturally, Dr. Dylan’s

Penelope’s face instantly turned pale, and she pursed her lips in resentment, her

speak up for her. However… girlfriend? The

when the man’s cold gaze fell on her,

a bit hungry. I want to get something

go

take Allison to the buffet area, Lucian stopped him. “Hang

the sound of the man’s approaching footsteps echoing in her ears.

nervous state, he couldn’t help but smile. “Dr. Dylan, can I have a word with

Allison’s hand. “You go first. I’ll

on the back of her hand was so hot it was frightening. She practically ran off without

head.

her go, a cold smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

Lucian’s wife, she would make Allison know her place, in the

gaze shifted to Kamilla, who was holding a

calligraphy and painting, and most of the people who came to celebrate his birthday brought famous works. Similar gifts would inevitably lead to