The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 713

Penelope had always painted the woman as a shameless seductress, hell-bent on snagging her son, and Miranda didn’t quite buy it. Yet, there was no denying that the maid’s daughter was clawing her way up from her humble beginnings, aiming to nestle among the elite like a Cinderella story come true.

But Miranda knew.

Her son had indeed fallen under the woman's spell. Lucian hadn't tied the knot with Penelope, largely because of Allison's presence in his life. Miranda preferred not to meddle in Lucian's love life. She had been aware of her son's infatuation with the woman for some time and had turned a blind eye.

Now, however, things were different. Allison's presence had become a threat to more than just family ties. Maybe Allison was genuinely kind, not the vile creature Penelope made her out to be, but she just wasn’t right for her son.

Just three days ago, Lucian had come to her, asking to break off his engagement with Penelope. Miranda wouldn’t have it. Penelope was the daughter-in-law she had envisioned. She had even lost a child in an effort to save Miranda, injuring her leg in the process and spending over half a year in recovery.

Miranda wouldn’t give her blessing to anything else. So, she sought out Allison.

"Allison, I know you're a good girl, but you and my Lucian, well, it’s simply not meant to be." Miranda didn’t want to be the villain, but she played the part nonetheless. She pulled a check from her purse and handed it to Allison.

"Fill in whatever amount you wish," Miranda said. "I’m aware you have a contract with Epic Entertainment, and this will ensure your basic needs are met. I advise against refusing because, in the Lindberg Corporation, my word carries weight. Cutting off your opportunities would be child’s play."

"Are you threatening me, Miranda?"

Extending her hand, she counted on her fingers, "Ten million should suffice, not a penny more. Deliver it in cash to my apartment within two days."

Miranda smiled when Allison agreed, "Fine."

But what she hadn’t anticipated was that a mere ten million would loosen Allison’s grip. Perhaps she had overestimated the woman.

Allison sipped her tea, the teahouse resonating with serene music. She didn’t rush off. Instead, she queried, "You said just now that your daughter-in-law can't be the daughter of a poor servant. What if Penelope was one such person? Would she still be fit to marry into your family? Or do these rules only apply to me?"