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.

doorway, taking in the empty study.

really know much about the man’s study. But as usual, the study was done in

fuzzy ball toy by the coffee table and Allison chuckled, “Well, you just wanted your toy. I thought Lucian sent

the ball over to Allison and she threw

around 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

investigation agency. The chandelier had been

no ordinary venue. It had a comprehensive surveillance system and stringent security measures. The most likely culprit who could have tampered

Allison felt like she already knew who it was. She put the documents back in order, retumed

downstairs, the dog had run off to play

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

suddenly vibrated.

– it was a call from