The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 

The next moment, Dr. Dylan seemed to sense something. He quietly stood in front of her, blocking Lucian’s view. 

He grinned, “Allison and I are here on behalf of my parents to celebrate Carter’s birthday.” 

“Oh? Allison, is that you? I almost didn’t recognize you,” Penelope suddenly said, surprised. 

When faced with the puzzled looks around her, she casually explained, “Sorry, my bad. It’s just that I can’t believe that our housemaid could be Dr. Dylan’s girlfriend.” 

Her voice was just right, loud enough for everyone who was paying attention to hear clearly. 

News that the Flanagan family’s maid was attending the birthday party spread quickly, and Allison took a deep breath. 

She knew Penelope would never miss a chance to shame her. 

She lowered her head and calmly addressed her as “Ms. Flanagan.” 

Cora, who hadn’t left yet, suddenly remembered that Allison was the Flanagan family’s falsely accused maid. No wonder she seemed familiar. 

She looked at Allison, then at Penelope, her eyes full of scrutiny. 

“Dr. Dylan is a valued guest of the Lindberg family,” Cora said, “So naturally, Dr. Dylan’s girlfriend is too.“.. 

Cora’s words were a slap in the face for Penelope. Penelope’s face instantly turned pale, and she pursed her lips in resentment, her fingers tightly clenched. 

Allison didn’t expect Cora to speak up for her. However… girlfriend? The word seemed harder and harder to explain. 

Especially when the man’s cold gaze fell on her, making her uncomfortable. 

She whispered to Dr. Dylan, “I’m a bit hungry. I want to get something to eat.” 

“Sure, I’ll go with you.” 

Just as Dr. Dylan was about to take Allison to the buffet area, Lucian stopped him. “Hang on.” 

Allison tensed, the sound of the man’s approaching footsteps echoing in her ears. 

Lucian stopped in front of them, looking at her nervous state, he couldn’t help but smile. “Dr. Dylan, can I have a word with you?” 

“Sure.” Dr. Dylan gently patted Allison’s hand. “You go first. I’ll come find you later.” 

Allison nodded, feeling the gaze on the back of her hand was so hot it was frightening. She practically ran off without lifting her 

head. 

Penelope watched her go, a cold smile playing at the corner of her mouth. 

A lowly maid, daring to show up here? Once she became Lucian’s wife, she would make Allison know her place, in the garbage! 

Penelope’s gaze shifted to Kamilla, who was holding a landscape painting as a gift for Carter. 

Her brow furrowed. Carter loved calligraphy and painting, and most of the people who came to celebrate his birthday brought famous works. Similar gifts would inevitably lead to comparisons. 

But when she saw Kamilla’s painting, she realized it wasn’t as valuable as the one she had given.