The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 692

If word gets out about this, you're done for. You'll be blacklisted with a single keystroke.

Those poor girls, left to suffer in silence.

Emma marched over. "Mr. Sears, what do you think you're doing?"

"Since when does a junior agent get to question me? Think you can stop me?"

Emma stood her ground in front of Allison.

"Mr. Sears, I'm asking you to back off."

"Oh, come on. You’ve got some nice curves yourself. If I can't have Allison, why don't you keep me company?" He reached out towards Emma.

Emma resisted, turning to Andrew. "Mr. Landry, are you really just going to stand there?"

Andrew chuckled, eager to deflate Allison's ego. "What's the big deal? It's just a little fun. Lighten up, Allison, don’t take it so seriously."

Inside, Andrew sneered. Just a mistress, getting too big for her boots. He'd been at the top of the business world for years, the CEO of Epic Entertainment. At every Lindberg Corporation gala, he was a fixture, connected to everyone who mattered. A mistress was like a man's suit—temporary. Lucian, the young prodigy, would never fall for someone like her. A few months of fun, then she’d be history.

Lucian's true fiancée was Penelope.

Whatever she wanted, he'd make sure she got.

But Allison? She needed a reality check.

He knew Hudson well. Epic Entertainment had chewed up and spat out countless starlets. He turned a blind eye.