The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 262

At Jesse’s birthday bash, his parents from the Santos clan and a few relatives were there, along with his best buds.

After chowing down dinner and downing some booze, Daisy found her shoulder a comly place to lean on for Allison

She eyed Allison’s long and graceful neck, dressed in a beige velvet dress with a little V–neck and a simple necklace to go with it.

Daisy let out a belch and said, “Allison, why aren’t you wearing the necklace I got you on your birthday?”

Feeling a bit guilty, Allison replied, “Daisy, I can’t seem to find that necklace”

She reckoned it might have been left behind during her move. She had turned her room upside down but the agate necklace was nowhere to be found. She planned to swing by her old place in the next few days, to see if she could find it.

“Oh, you lost it? No worries, I’ll get you a new one.” Daisy said.

“No need to go through all that trouble.” Allison said.

“No biggie, you know. Our family business is all about jewelry, we have plenty of materials. I’ll get the factory to whip up a new one exactly like it for you.” Daisy said.

Allison excused herself to the restroom. Coming out, she bumped into a young bloke in a black shirt, reeking of booze.

step back and said,

her gaze froze. She was staring at the man’s

quickly caught up and grabbed

“Can I help you,

a bit blurry, all he saw was

up in

guy.” The man frowned. He pushed Allison aside and staggered towards a private

Allison followed closely.

But that

many years. How could the man in her

the man turned around, seeing the teary–eyed woman. “Hey, what’s

face in front of her and burst into tears.

did I? Stop crying. I didn’t do anything to you, why are you crying? Don’t let

name? Have you always lived here? Do you have an ID? Can I see

crazy, but Allison cried harder and

living in Northfield all my life. You want to see my ID? It’s in my room. You’re one

way, Allison trailing behind. She didn’t want to cry, but she was too overwhelmed. This man looked so much like Ricky; they were like two peas in a pod. It was exactly Ricky’s face in her memory. The age was right

to his private room. Nicholas pushed open the