The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Allison carried two shopping bags and arrived at the villa’s doorstep, knocking on the door

After a moment, there was some sound from inside, but not the sound of a man’s footsteps. The villa door swung open, and out trotted a large, white dog, its tail wagging furiously at the sight of Allison.

Bending down to pat the dog on the head, Allison stepped inside the villa and glanced around the empty living room, “Where’s your owner? He hasn’t come back yet?”

The dog grabbed onto the hem of her pants, tugging her towards the stairs. Allison set down her shopping bags, “I need to hit the kitchen first. I’ve got ribs.”

But the big dog was a force to be reckoned with, and Allison stumbled slightly as she was dragged along, deciding to just go with the flow and follow the dog upstairs.

“Is your owner home?”

Allison went upstairs, following the dog, and arrived at the study’s door. She knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside.

She looked at the dog, its tail wagging like crazy, seemingly waiting for her to open the door.

the empty study. Lucian was still not back. She had thought the dog brought her

usual, the study was done in Lucian’s style – light grey window shades, black and white

table and Allison chuckled, “Well, you

the ball over to Allison and she threw it across the

study, her eyes falling on some

cold wind rustled the window shades, flipping the documents off the coffee table and onto the carpet. She bent down to

had been tampered with beforehand,

surveillance system and stringent security measures. The most likely culprit who could have tampered with things in this hotel would be someone from the Lindberg

it was. She put the documents back in order, retumed them to

off

the fridge, finding it completely empty. She wondered if this man ever cooked at home. She took the

phone suddenly vibrated.

the screen – it was a