The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 120

Margo looked at Allison and knew she had caved in. She immediately ushered her into her seat. “Just look at you. You think a top–notch doctor would go for you? You’d be better off with an average Joe. My nephew’s quite the catch, hardworking and can take the heat.”

Allison sneered, “Your nephew? Margo, if my memory serves me right, he just got out of the jail for a half–year stint for robbery.”

Leah really had some nerve, digging up Margo’s good–for–nothing nephew.

“What did you just say?” Margo was fuming, “My nephew’s just right for you. And what have you been up to, huh? With all the crap you’ve pulled, I’m more worried about him being the one getting the short end of the stick”

A pudgy man of about twenty–five waddled over, dressed in a leather jacket, his hair slicked back, his potbelly protruding and his face greasy as a cheeseburger. “Sorry, got stuck in a bit of traffic.

He was clearly all dolled up, but it just made him look greasy.

soon as Randal sat down, his eyes landed on Allison, who was sitting next to Margo. Her face

must be Allison. My name’s Randal.” He shot Margo a look, signaling her

is a maid for the Flanagan family.

date soon?”

Margo had already

wondered what Leah was

Allison looked at Randal and said bluntly, “I have a boyfriend. I’m sorry, but this has all been a misunderstanding. Margo didn’t tell me she was setting me up with you. If you’ll excuse me, I need to

stood up. Randal quickly grabbed her wrist. “Don’t

pull away, but Randal held

go of me!”