The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 552

“Have you had dinner yet?” Allison asked, leaning against the kitchen counter with a casual air.

“Huh?” Emma blinked, taken aback by the sudden question. Truth be told, she hadn’t had the chance to grab a bite all evening. Her tasks kept her hands full.

Allison chuckled. “I haven’t either. I whipped up some spaghetti. Let’s eat together.”

“Sounds good.”

Meanwhile, at the Flanagan household, inside the study…

Margo knocked and entered. There was concern etched on her face. “I can’t find Robbie anywhere. I’ve sent people out, but they’ve come back with nothing. It is said he owes Darian a lot of money, so he has been hiding himself somewhere. No one knows where he’s holed up.”

Leah’s expression soured as she glanced over at Penelope, cursing inwardly at why she gave birth such a foolish daughter. It hadn’t been more than a few days since the last debacle. However, Penelope, driven by jealousy, had let slip the photo scandal to frame

Allison.

temples, wondering how she ended up with a daughter who did nothing

hold her back.

agreed to a certain condition in order to make Allison go on Twitter and declare they were friends. She made such an

up, “Mom, why are you looking for Robbie?”

looking for Robbie? Because of you!!” Leah clutched at her chest, feeling a heart attack looming. “Penelope, can’t you just give it a rest for once and focus on Lucian instead of trying to humiliate Allison? Whatever Allison is like, it’s none of your business! I don’t understand what you could gain from

the online exposure lately!” Penelope retorted, feeling that her mom was getting more and more timid. “Mom, why are you so afraid of Allison? She’s the one in hot water now, too busy to worry about us.”

disappointment and turned to Margo. “Keep looking. Do whatever it takes to

Robbie either and has no clue where he might’ve gone. You know when they borrow money with steep interest, they can vanish without a trace. Reaching Robbie’s

still didn’t grasp the severity. “Mom, why do

them, who do you think the finger will point at next? The man’s profile