The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

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Chapter 540

“The woman in the photo could indeed be Allison, but it could also be someone who bears a striking 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.

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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.”

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“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.