The Billionaire’s Maid Bride ( Flanagan & Allison Zimmer )

 21 

That night, Allison was tossing and turning in bed, and her heart was in shreds. 

He had poured all his tenderness and affection onto her, but she was not the “her” he was thinking of. 

Because her name was Allison. 

That night, the news that Lucian had splashed out ten million bucks on a top–notch pink diamond quickly became the talk of the town on the internet.. 

It wasn’t until the next morning that Allison finally saw the photo, which pretty much took over the whole entertainment news section. 

In the photo, a handsome man was holding a woman close, whispering in her ear, with eyes full of tenderness and a smile playing on his lips. 

The woman’s back was all you could see in the photo, but the man’s face was filled with love. 

It was a picture filled with love and tenderness. 

And the text description below was singing his praises. 

Lucian had been more than willing to blow a fortune to make his fiancée happy. 

Allison gripped her phone tightly as she stared at the man’s tender gaze in the photo, her vision gradually blurring. 

A few days later, it was the 20th anniversary of Willowbrook College. 

A lot of big shots showed up that day, from internationally renowned actors who graduated from Willowbrook College’s performance department to leaders in various industries and up–and–coming business elites. The celebration was particularly grand. 

The whole day was filled with singing and dancing performances and meticulously prepared programs from various departments. The afternoon performances included some hot–shot movie stars and renowned violinist Alexa Bourne, among others. 

In the evening, there was a masquerade ball. 

Allison, wearing a feather mask and a long blue dress, walked into the ballroom with Daisy. As soon as they entered, Daisy disappeared into the crowd. Allison looked around, and suddenly her gaze was fixed. 

She almost instantly recognized the man in the dark green suit on the dance floor. It was Lucian. 

Even with a mask on, his noble and reserved demeanor was impossible to ignore. 

The woman dancing with him was wearing a starry blue, high–end custom long dress. 

The well–known cello player and heiress of the Bourne family, Alexa. 

Seeing this, her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head and disappeared into the crowd when Lucian looked over 

After a while, she managed to calm her racing heart, but she couldn’t help but laugh at herself. Why was she so nervous? In his eyes, she was just a servant and his student. 

On the dance floor. 

Lucian narrowed his eyes slightly. He seemed to have seen a familiar figure just now, but when he tried to take a closer look, the person was gone. 

Did he see it wrong? 

“Lucian.” Alexa noticed that he seemed a bit distracted and softly said, “I have a performance next week; could you…” 

“I have a business trip next week.” He cut her off coldly, “I can ask my fiancée if she’d like to come.” 

Alexa’s smile froze instantly. 

Her performances were always hot tickets and hard to come by. 

And yet this man didn’t care at all, and he even deliberately mentioned his fiancée to humiliate her. 

His sudden engagement caught her off guard. She had no idea what relationship Lucian had with his fiancée, the heiress of the Flanagan family. 

How come he suddenly got engaged? 

Lucian’s hand was carefully and politely placed on her waist. 

After the dance ended, he immediately let go of her and said lightly, “I have something to take care of, I’ll take my leave.” 

Alexa watched the man’s retreating figure with a touch of disappointment. 

There were countless men chasing after her, but none of them caught her eye. 

*Alexa.” Her friend Lena came over, looking in the direction where Lucian had left, somewhat incredulous, “You’re not still hung up on 

Lucian, are you?” 

Alexa admired him dreamily, “Where in the world could I find someone better than him?” 

“Alexa, do you need my help?” Lena smiled with a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

“What can you do? He’s already engaged.” 

Lena swirled her wine glass, “So what if he’s engaged? Engagement doesn’t mean marriage. What problem can’t a glass of wine solve? | have something good here. All you need to do is drop it in his wine.”