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 Allison, then at Penelope, her eyes full of

family,”

face for Penelope. Penelope’s face instantly turned pale, and she pursed her lips in resentment, her fingers tightly

her. However… girlfriend? The

when the man’s cold gaze fell

Dr. Dylan, “I’m a bit hungry. I want to get something to eat.”

I’ll go with

take Allison to the

of the man’s approaching

at her nervous state, he couldn’t help

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

nodded, feeling the gaze on the back of her hand was so hot it was frightening. She practically ran

head.

a cold smile playing at the corner of her

to show up here? Once she became Lucian’s wife, she would make Allison know her place,

who was holding a landscape painting

brow furrowed. Carter loved calligraphy and painting, and most of the people who came to celebrate