The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Kamilla looked at the woman standing beside Lucian and tentatively called out, “Allison?”

Allison flashed a gentle smile, her hand still linked with Lucian’s arm. She stood right next to him, exuding an air of elegance.

Her eyes squinted into thin lines, “Ms. Zimmer, what a coincidence.”

Kamilla didn’t have any particular feelings towards Allison, but she found it odd. Wasn’t Allison the maid of the Flanagan family? Why was she with her brother all of a sudden? Something felt off.

“Lucian, it’s my friend’s birthday today. I didn’t expect you to be here. Let’s celebrate together.”

Ronald chimed in, “Yeah, Luca, let’s grab a bite together.”

Lucian turned to Allison, seeking her opinion. At this mornent, all eyes in the room were on Allison. Everyone was surprised, making wild guesses. After all, Penelope was still in the hospital, yet Lucian was dining with a woman who looked so much like Penelope, which was bound to stir up rumors. But nobody dared to ask directly.

Allison responded, “Sure.”

Kamilla was currently studying in the Arts department at Northfield College. Ronald was also her classmate, coming from a well-off family, his grandfather being a renowned general.

Ronald’s birthday

speaking, one couldn’t afford the Arts department at Northfield College without financial

soothing countryside style. The small hall on the second floor was even more elegant, with four rectangular wooden tables combined, providing

order whatever you want. A few dishes here are really good, and I’ve ordered them already. See if there’s anything

which already had several dishes selected. She glanced at it. The main courses were pretty much covered, ‘Let’s get

rang, he stood up to

another home-style dish, then handed the

karaoke, are you and Luca

her, “No, I’ve got stuff to

the set,

in a fresh and gentle style, her smile curved like a crescent moon, her voice soft, and her appearance refined with a calm demeanor. Ronald blushed a bit and asked, “What about

him when he gets back.” Allison couldn’t make decisions for

her utensils, “Allison, how did you meet my

“Just a coincidence.”