Chapter 211
The Billionaire’s Maid Bride
Penelope put on a show of being wronged, saying, âAllison, youâve totally got me wrong. It was Nathalie who asked all those questions. She was the one who suggested the game.â She didnât dare offend Allison openly. Ever since Leah FlanaganâEadenâs medication swap was discovered by Allison, Allison had become a loose cannon.
The old Allison would never dare talk to Penelope like this.
Penelope decided to play weak first, then slowly find Allisonâs weak spots.
âAllison, we grew up together. Sure, weâve had our share of fights, but remember when I gave you twenty grand to help Grace ZimmerâKane? You needed the money; I wanted to marry Lucian. It was a winâwin, right? If you have a thing for Jason, I donât mind; weâre not at odds.â Seeing Allison leaning against the railing in silence, she continued to soothe, âOnce Iâm married to Lucian, Iâll help you reunite with your mom; how about that?â
Allison slowly lifted her eyes.
Penelope went on, âYour mom is now on the best medication. Sheâs doing well; sheâs awake.â
Penelope knew Grace was Allisonâs Achilles heel. Secing Allisonâs emotions waver, she immediately continued, âAllison, as long as I marry into the Lindbergh family, your mother will be safe. Once I become Lucianâs wife, Iâll give you and Grace a chunk of change to get you two out of here. How about that?â
Allison looked at Penelope. She didnât trust her, but she didnât want to piss her off either. She and Adrian would find a way to save her mother. Allison leaned against the railing. The sea breeze on her hot face was soothing. She closed her eyes and said nothing.
Seeing Allison silent, Penelope called out, âHey!â
When the yacht docked, Penelope told the driver, âDrop her off on the bench in front of the hotel, then take me back to the beach.â The driver hesitated, âIs that okay?â
âWhatâs not okay?â
Allison sat at the hotel entrance for a few minutes before getting up. She looked around at the luxurious hotel.
The sea breeze was stronger in the center of the island. Her hair was a mess. She went to the giant cruise ship âThe Starâ parked next to the island. It was also a playground for guests. At this moment, only a few socialites were there.
These socialites were strangers to Allison. They didnât chat much; they only asked, âDid you go to the beach? Is it fun?â
Allison shook her head. Not fun.
âI think you might be drunk,â one girl said gently. âCome sit down.â
She noticed Allisonâs beautiful blue dress looked average in quality. She guessed Allison was probably from an ordinary wealthy family, not part of the upper crust, which would explain why she hadnât gone to the beach.