The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison)

Chapter 537

Meanwhile, Emma had been trying to reach Allison all day, but she wasn’t answering her calls.

Anxiously, Emma hailed a cab and headed straight towards Allison’s place.

On the way, she managed to get a quick call with Patty.

“Patty, I just found an account on Twitter claiming they would expose some of Allison’s dark past at 10

a.m. today. They even posted a few censored preview photos.”

The photos had blurred out certain areas, but judging from the facial features, they looked a lot like

Allison. However, it could also be someone who just looked remarkably similar.

Patty’s mind worked at lightning speed. She immediately made moves to handle the situation. The

person behind this was clearly after money. Regardless of whether the woman in the photos was

actually Allison or not, the first thing they needed to do was squashing the rumors. In the age of the

internet, black can be made to look white and vice versa if the narrative is controlled by the wrong NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

people.

“I’m ten minutes out from Allison’s place,” Emma informed Patty.

Just under ten minutes later, Emma arrived at Powell Estate, which had strict rules about visitor

parking. She had to leave her cab outside the estate and quickly made her way to Allison’s doorstep.

Allison opened the door, looking surprised. “Emma, what brings you here?”

Emma had sprinted all the way from the elevator. She arrived at Allison’s-doorstep panting heavily.

Allison quickly stepped aside. to let her in. “Sorry, my phone died.”

Emma pulled out her phone and showed Allison the photos on Twitter. The post had already garnered

over ten thousand comments and was still being shared extensively, with up to 30,000 retweets.

Allison took a look at the photos. It seemed as though she understood what was happening. “Did you

find out who is behind the account? Did you trace the IP?”

Emma shook her head. “We’re on it. The account was only created 50 minutes ago.”

Without another word, Allison put the phone down and returned to her cooking. She was cooking pasta

and seemed unfazed by the photos. After taking a couple of bites, she turned to Emma. “Have you

eaten yet? You must be hungry after all that running.”

Emma joined Allison at the table, but her mind was filled with questions. Sensing this, Allison spoke up,

“It’s not me in those photos. Don’t worry.”

Emma breathed a sigh of relief.

“This account… if I’m not mistaken, it must be someone from Penelope’s side.” Allison took a sip of her

soup. “Those photos are Penelope’s.”

Emma was livid. “This is ridiculous! Last week, Mrs. Flanagan asked for your help to clear Penelope’s

name. Now the heat is off Penelope. They’re trying to tarnish your reputation. This is despicable!”

After they finished eating, Allison went to the living room. Although her voice was soft and steady, her

fingers clenched tightly. Her face was clean and delicate, and a slight mocking smile appeared on her

lips.

“Emma, you must be curious about my relationship with the Flanagan family.”

Emma was indeed curious, but she would never ask unless Allison wanted to talk about it. She trusted

Allison unconditionally. Regardless of what Allison’s past was like, she only believed in the Allison she

knew now.