The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison) novel Chapter 540

Chapter 540 

“The woman in the photo could indeed be Allison, but it could also be someone who bears a striking resemblance to her. Look at the angles-none of these shots show her face head-on. It could be a team intentionally framing Allison.” 

“Who’s Allison? She’s been blowing up recently, trending on several platforms. I’ve never seen a star rise to fame without a single movie to her name.” 

Allison, at home, scrolled through the comments under the trending topics. Her fingers clenched into a fist, and her knuckles turned white, before gradually relaxing. With a deep sigh, she placed her phone to the side. 

Patty had called her earlier, telling her to take a rest and to temporarily halt her ongoing work. The filming of her movie in three days wouldn’t be affected. Patty would handle the rest. 

She reminded Allison not to impulsively jump onto Twitter and make a scene. 

Allison understood. She got up and walked over to the French windows. 

A soft breeze blew in. Allison tightly gripped the railing. She hadn’t expected Penelope to pin her own transgressions onto her. The woman in the photos was Penelope, but because of the uncanny resemblance between her and Penelope, words alone wouldn’t be enough to prove that the woman in the photos wasn’t her. 

In the past, Penelope had framed her several times, using Grace as a threat to force her to confess. Now, Penelope was trying the same trick. A wry smile crossed Allison’s face. This time, there was no one to threaten her with. 

Four o’clock in the afternoon. 

Sixth Avenue. 

Further in, there was a bar named Azure. The sign was a little worn. Without the lights on in the daytime, it looked somewhat old and decrepit. Emma walked in while the staff were cleaning. There was a sign outside stating that the bar opened at 7 pm. “Sorry, miss, you might want to come back at 7 pm when we open.” A bar worker with blonde hair and a tattoo on his bare shoulder looked rather shifty, but spoke politely. 

Emma opened her bag, and took out her wallet. Without a glance, she pulled out several bills-five or six at least-and handed them over. “I’m looking for someone.” 

The blonde guy was the owner and bartender, Hughes. He didn’t immediately take the money but rather sized up the woman in front of him. “Ma’am, we don’t open until 7 pm, so not everyone’s here yet. You might not find who you’re looking for.” 

“How do you know I won’t find them?” Emma countered. “You didn’t even ask who I’m looking for.” 

Hughes responded, “You’re looking for Robbie, aren’t you?” 

Emma was taken aback as Hughes continued, “Someone came looking for him two hours ago. But Robbie hasn’t been here today. He’s been hiding out because he owes money. I don’t know where he’s gone.”