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 dog bolted inside before her. Allison stood in the doorway, taking in the empty study. Lucian was still not back. She had thought the dog brought her

study was done in Lucian’s style –

inside. The dog had found a fuzzy ball toy by the coffee table and Allison chuckled, “Well, you just wanted your toy. I

and she threw it across the room, “Go

study, her eyes falling on some documents on the coffee table. She wasn’t planning

table and onto the carpet. She bent down to pick

to be a report from an investigation agency. The chandelier had been tampered with

surveillance system and stringent security measures. The most likely culprit who

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

run off to play

if this man ever cooked at home. She took the ribs and some vegetables from the fridge,

suddenly vibrated.

glanced at the screen – it was a call from