The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 58

Ashley's a total live wire. She and Allison are in charge of a couple of booths. Ashley already got Allison up to speed on the job in just a few hours. On a side note, Allison also got an earful of juicy gossip she was all ears for.

"You mentioned the boss here; what’s he like? Is he some big shot?"

Ashley's eyes grew wider, making her round face even cuter. "The boss here is a total mystery; he never shows his face. He must be something, running a club like this in Northfield. His connections must be off the charts."

"Oh."

Allison just nodded, not really giving a hoot.

Meanwhile, the elevator doors opened on the sixth floor.

Two strapping men stepped out.

James turned to Lucian, sounding unsure, "So, should I make the call?"

"Sure thing," Lucian responded before stepping into booth number 606.

James shrugged and dialed a number. "Aidan, we've got a welcome party for you today. Lucian and I are already here. Wouldn't it be quite a snub if you didn't show?"

A gravelly voice came over the phone, "Then I guess you'll have to wait a bit; you know I'm not exactly fleet of foot."

James said, "Do you need a lift?"

"No need."

With that, Aidan hung up.

James sighed, same old Aidan. He then went into the booth.

After tidying up booth 602, Allison was about to take a breather.

As she walked past the elevator, the doors suddenly opened.

Inside, a man in a wheelchair slowly rolled out. Allison instantly put down the tray in her hands and, following her duty as a server, she asked respectfully, "Sir, do you need assistance?"

Aidan glanced at her, his brow furrowing slightly, "You push the wheelchair."

As Allison pushed his wheelchair, she asked, "Sir, which booth are you headed to..."

Then, the door opened from the outside.

The sound of a wheelchair scraping against the floor was heard.

A server pushing a wheelchair walked in; Aidan was dressed in a black tracksuit and a cap, half his face shrouded in the cap's shadow; he looked rather solemn.

James looked at the woman in the server's uniform, a bit surprised, "Oh, it's you."

Allison looked up.

Her eyes locked with a pair of icy cold ones, and her heart skipped a beat.

Lucian.

Her feet felt like they were rooted to the spot.

Allison subconsciously gripped the handles of the wheelchair tightly.