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.

she bumped into a young bloke in a black shirt, reeking

step back

man’s face, her voice started to quiver and she was suddenly at a loss for words.

go, she quickly caught

looked at Allison, “Can

was deep, clearly hammered. His gaze was a bit blurry, all he saw was a young

in Allison’s

man frowned. He pushed Allison

Allison followed closely.

that face, was exactly like Ricky’s

many years. How could the man in

him, the man turned around, seeing the teary–eyed woman. “Hey, what’s up with you?” He asked.

bit her lip, looked at the face in front of her

crying. I didn’t do anything to you, why are you crying? Don’t let people think I’m bullying

overwhelmed, “What’s your name? Have you always lived here? Do

looked at Allison as if she were crazy, but Allison cried harder and harder, attracting puzzled

living in Northfield all my life. You want to see my ID? It’s in my room. You’re one weird woman, stop crying! Or people will think I am bullying

much like Ricky; they were like two peas in a pod.