The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 93

At the entrance of the banquet hall, a young man pushing a wheelchair slowly made his way in.

Sitting in the wheelchair was a man in a sleek black suit. His face was handsome, and he had an aristocratic air about him. Allison, who was munching on some food at the buffet, did a double–take. Was this the guy she saw at the Red Jack Club the other day?

He was with Lucian, wasn’t he? His name was Aidan Crane, if she remembered right.

Her eyes darted from Aidan to Lucian, who had returned to Carter’s side.

Once Aidan entered the hall, his assistant, Parker, handed hirn a cane and helped him stand up. They then started to make their way towards Carter.

Despite his disability, Aidan stood tall and dignified. His good looks and charisma were enough to make anyone forget about his limp.

When he got to Carter, he said in a low voice, “Sorry, Grandpa, I got caught in traffic.”

him, a satisfied smile twinkling in his eyes, “It’s

immediately handed over a fancy wooden box. Aidan’s voice then rang out, “Grandpa, it’s your birthday. I hope you’ll like this

to Lucian, was fuming. Yet

just appeared out of nowhere? Was he trying to piss her off?

a normal landscape painting, not even a famous

face changed dramatically. His normally stern face turned

as he reached out, as if he wanted to touch the painting but was afraid of dirtying it. His caution was as if the painting was a

he took the painting from Parker, his eyes welling with tears as if remembering a dear friend, “Aidan, you really know how to touch

surprise to everyone, who looked confusedly at the signature “Sophia Crane” on the

the painting from him, sighing almost imperceptibly,

may not know who Sophia was, but she knew it all too

eldest daughter of the Crane

children due to

Lindberg. Even without a

was strong.