The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison)

Chapter 577

Lucian brushed back a stray lock of hair from Allison’s forehead with a gentle touch. His gaze

darkened. “Allison,” his voice was a husky whisper, “don’t be afraid.”

It seemed she heard him. Her furrowed brows relaxed.

The buzz of his phone disrupted the moment. His phone was vibrating insistently in his pocket. He

pulled it out to see “Shawn” flashing on the screen.

Lucian didn’t answer the call, but hung up instead. He texted Shawn, [What happened?]

[I’ve searched everywhere, but no sign of Robbie. It’s like the guy just vanished into thin air. I found out

he took a loan from Darian at high rates, but Darian says he’s gone into hiding. I’ve checked all of

Robbie’s usual haunts. No results. Feels like it’s not just him laying low – like someone’s deliberately

hiding him.]

[Before I started looking, a bunch of others were after him too. One group was from Miss Allison, and All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

her agent Emma, and another... another was one of Penelope’s.]

Lucian read the message. Just as he suspected, Penelope’s people were also on the hunt for Robbie.

He knew why Allison was searching. She wanted to clear things up, to defend herself.

Penelope...

He remembered when he’d gone to the Blue Club to find Robbie, the man had insisted the woman in

the photo was Allison. It seemed Robbie had already been bought by Penelope.

Lucian had figured out that the woman in the picture was Penelope, but he didn’t want to believe it. In

his mind, Penelope had always been kind-hearted; she had saved him and his mother. Now, he was

told that Penelope was deceitful, cunning. He needed time to accept that. He needed solid proof before

he could call off their engagement.

...

Blue Club.

Third floor office.

Emma opened her eyes and sat up, hissing softly from the intense night before. Her legs still trembled

from the sex.

She glanced at Hughes, who was still asleep. Quietly, she slipped out of bed and took the shower. The

warm water eased the soreness from her body. She felt much better.

The bathroom door was ajar. Hughes walked in, wrapping his arms around her. Emma pushed him

away playfully. “I’m covered in soap.”

“You woke up and didn’t call me,” Hughes chided.

“Why should I wake you?” Emma retorted.

“Yes, it’s my fault for not waking sooner. Let me serve Ms. Lauren in her bath.”

“Oh, stop it. I’ve got work to do.”

Steam filled the bathroom as they settled into the bathtub.

“Mr. Hughes, do me a favor.”

“Don’t get distracted. You’re thinking of business now?”

Emma gritted her teeth. “Then hurry up and let’s talk after!”