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.

at Penelope, her eyes full

valued guest of the Lindberg family,” Cora said, “So

a slap in the face for Penelope. Penelope’s face instantly turned pale,

speak up for her. However…

the man’s cold gaze fell on her, making

to Dr. Dylan, “I’m a bit hungry. I want

I’ll go

about to take Allison to the

the man’s approaching footsteps echoing in her

state, he couldn’t help but smile. “Dr. Dylan, can

Dylan gently patted Allison’s hand. “You go first. I’ll come find you

was so

head.

go, a cold smile playing at the

Lucian’s wife,

gaze shifted to Kamilla, who was holding a landscape painting as a gift for Carter.

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