The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 60

Allison didn’t dare to step foot into room 606 again, and she let Ashley go in with the drinks.

She never expected to bump into Lucian again in a city like Northfield.

There were plenty of waitresses on the sixth floor and a total of six VIP rooms.

But here, there were no fixed room assignments. No waitress had a fixed job. Sarah once said that only competition could bring motivation. If there were fixed assignments, work would get lazy.

Allison checked the time, then turned around to go to the bathroom.

Just as she exited the bathroom, a drunk customer stumbled out. A fat middle–aged man, drunk off his ass, yelled out, “Somebody gives me a hand“”

Allison just stood to the side, and the drunk middle–aged man noticed her; he grabbed Allison’s hand, his other hand resting on her shoulder, “Your hand is so smooth ”

mixed with a nauseating

prostitute? I’m Kurt. There’s no woman I want that I can’t have. Stick with me, and

arms around Allison Allison frowned, struggling in disgust, “Sir, you’re drunk. I’m calling

help you” The man, fueled by alcohol, pressed

help. No one wanted to stir up trouble, and they

people to be so indifferent

Kurt disgustingly moved his face closer, sniffing the

the sudden strong smell of alcohol. She held her breath and pushed Kurt away with all her might, her hands protecting her chest. She stomped

like a slaughtered pig.

sobered up instantly. “You bitch!!”

away

she ran to the door of room 606. She hesitated momentarily at the door, then closed

turned

panting heavily, her hair a little messy. Although her clothes were intact, they were a