The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 298

Allison cooled her jets and pretended everything was peachy, “Mom, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, just saw that the sheets have been changed…”

Allison chuckled, “Mom, I did that for you. Those sheets have been there for days. I put on new ones, do you like them? It’s the new one I got the other day”

Grace, watching Allison’s expression, smiled a bit nervously, “I could have changed them myself. Did you see the watch I put under my pillow?”

Allison’s eyes widened, “Watch? What watch? I have no clue that you have a watch under your pillow. I didn’t notice anything like that when I was changing the sheets…” She knew Grace was testing her waters. There was no watch under Grace’s pillow, just a diary.

Grace breathed a sigh of relief. Never mind, I must have misplaced it. I’ll go cook.” She turned around, went back to her bedroom, grabbed the diary, held it tightly, then put it back into the drawer and locked it.

On the balcony, Allison watched Grace’s retreating figure, her gaze darkened

She didn’t want to dwell on it. Her mom was her only family. Yet, her moms behavior was making her feel a bit strange.

Her hands clenched tightly around the railing.

That night,

In the private room of Red Jack Club 618.

Nicholas sat with legs crossed. A drink was passed over to him, and he waved it off, I can’t drink anymore, you guys carry on.”

“What’s with you, Nick? You’re already tapped out?”

Nicholas was unfazed by the teasing comments, he waved his hand again, “Really, I can’t.”

He closed his eyes, leaning back on the dark red leather couch to rest..

There were about seven or eight people in the private room, three of them were women, but there were no women around Nicholas. His family was strict, he had no interest in such matters, and he also wasn’t the type to be interested in the women working in these places.

“When is James coming? Didnt he say he was going to join us?”

“He might be held up, let me check.” He made a call, ‘He’ll be here soon.” This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

“Allison, my stomach hurts, can you cover for me?” A girl clutched her stomach, looking at a passing girl and grabbed her arm, “Allison, help me out.” Allison was in the room next to the girl, so covering for her for a bit was no big deal. She nodded, “Sure, go ahead.”

The girl immediately bolted for the bathroom

Allison stood at the door. She could hear sounds coming from her earpiece. It was the sound from room 618. She knocked and entered, checking the drink order with the server, Vera. Since she was covering, she couldn’t leave, so she asked Vera to get the drinks from the cellar while she watched over things Vera nodded and left.

The room was filled with smoke. Allison’s nose twitched, and she rubbed it. There were about seven or eight people in the room, a bunch of rich young people singing and having fun. There were occasional

sounds of kissing and screams. Laser lights in the room were dazzling, creating an atmosphere no different from the dance floor outside, a scene only young people could handle.

“Waitress, come pour the drinks.”

Allison walked over. She picked up a bottle of red wine on the table and started serving.

The wine finished quickly, Allison saw there were still empty glasses in front of her, she apologized, “The wine and fruit platter will be here soon. Please

wait for a second”

Usually, customers wouldn’t make a big fuss in such situations, a minute or two wouldn’t hurt. The young man waved his hand, “Alright, just hurry up.”