The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison) novel Chapter 572

Emma said, “There wasn’t an actual fire. When you texted me, something felt off. This Hudson has a history of preying on female artists, but he always manages to calm the storm by dangling opportunities in front of them. Some of the lesser-known actresses are even willing to throw themselves at him, trading their dignity for a shot at fame. It’s an open secret in the industry. I never thought Hudson would be bold enough to try something with you.”

As the elevator descended towards the underground parking lot, Emma glanced at Allison, taking in her still intact appearance, and breathed a sigh of relief. “You’re okay, and that’s what matters. When Miguel came to fetch you for Hudson, I had a hunch and set up a smoke bomb in the building. As soon as your message came through, I triggered it. That Hudson is afraid of death. The moment he thought there was a fire, he forgot everything else and ran for it. He didn’t even bother with his pants.”

Allison got into her car and rolled down the window, inhaling the fresh air, feeling her heartbeat slow down.

The entertainment world was a murky swamp, and securing a place in it required more than she had ever imagined. She had wanted nothing more than to act, to play the roles she loved, unfettered and free. But there were always those who would force her into a corner.

Penelope’s malice.

Grace’s desperate pleas.

Leah’s threats.

And Hudson’s harassment.

He instructed Miguel, “You handle it.”

Ten minutes later, Miguel returned to find Hudson kicking a sofa in a rage. “Damn, she messed with me like that. I’ll show her!”

“Mr. Sears, don’t get worked up over nothing. Allison is still under our thumb as long as she’s with Epic Entertainment. No point getting angry over one woman. I’ve arranged for Brooklyn to come over. Help you cool down.”

Hudson inhaled deeply. The air was still tinged with the smell of smoke and a faint hint of cherry blossoms, which was a reminder of Allison. He seemed to be almost intoxicated as he sat down on the sofa. “That woman is a natural siren. Her skin is so delicate and smooth. It’s a shame she’s with Kenneth. To me, Kenneth is nothing but a jester, banking on someone’s favor, isn’t he?”