The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison)

Chapter 540

“The woman in the photo could indeed be Allison, but it could also be someone who bears a striking This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

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.”

Emma gripped the money in her hand tighter. There was a sense of unease creeping into her heart.

Had Penelope’s people come earlier?

“Who came looking for him at noon?”

“Blackwell’s secretary. That jerk Robbie owes boss Blackwell 80 grand and is now hiding in some

place.”

Seeing the look on Emma’s face, Hughes hesitantly asked, “Did Robbie owe you money?”

Robbie had a gambling problem and was deeply in debt, hiding everywhere to avoid paying his debts.

Many had come to the bar recently to collect the money he owed them.