The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Daisy just blurted out something but on the other end of the line, Allison seemed to fall silent. “Hello, hello, Allie, you still there?”

Allison had cut her finger, and she was staring at the fresh blood on her fingertip. After the sharp and brief pain, she turned on the tap, rinsed her hand under the running water, but all she could think of was what Daisy had said.

That sentence seemed to make sense of her chaotic thoughts. Did Penelope orchestrate this herself?

The people who were able to get their hands on it at the charity gala were pretty much no one else but people from The Lindberg family. Miranda hosted a charity gala every year, always at the same seven–star hotel. The security system was top–notch; the guests were all socialites who had attended the gala before. The chance of an outsider doing this was very low.

Either it was an internal dispute within the Lindberg family, or Penelope was pulling the strings. But if it really was Penelope pulling the strings, why?

Penelope was so looking forward to this baby, she was already nine months pregnant. She and Penelope had grown up together, she knew what kind of person Penelope was. Penelope would never push Miranda away out of kindness.

to be only one answer. The child in Penelope’s belly was not

wrapped around her finger, driving away the pain. Allison picked up her phone, “I’m

with her about a lot of things, mostly trivial life stuff.

to that guy next week? Isn’t that

doing well, but they are the leader in the jewelry industry. If Santos Inc’s jewelry wants to grow, we can’t offend the Boswells. I’ve come to terms with it. I can’t hide,

living a worry–free life. Now when they needed her, she would not hide. People had to grow up.

said, “Everyone says the Boswell family’s son is in poor health, right? I’ll just try to live a healthy and long life. After he passes

marriage, to put it nicely, was a union between the Boswell family and the Santos family. To put

these days? Let’s go shopping before I get married. It’s been

a car engine outside the door, followed by Lucky’s barking. It must be Lucian coming back. She said, “Daisy, I have to go now, my… my coworker is here.”

around him. The man bent down, with a rare smile in his eyes, “Are you hungry? Can’t you find some