The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

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Chapter 333

Tina, holding a drink and fruit platter, emerged from the elevator just in time to see Allison coming out

from the one on the right. She stopped Allison and said, “This is for room 606. Can you take it for me? I

gotta run to the restroom.”

Allison took the stuff and said, “Sure thing”

Tina walked a few steps, heard the knock and opening of a door behind her. She turned to see Allison

closing the door to room 606. She quickly whipped out her phone and texted Serena:

[Ms. Serena, Allison is in]

Allison walked into the room. A guy called out, “Hello, pour me a drink.”

Allison put down the fruit platter. Some ladies were chattering and singing. She held a bottle of red

wine, popped the cork, and walked over. Suddenly. she hesitated for a split second. Then she

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She stared at a mans back. He was in a black suit. Broad shoulders, a mole on the back of his neck.

The closer Allison got, the more she could smell him. A faint cologne mixed with alcohol Quite unique.

Allison poured the red wine into the quests’ glasses.

James looked up, eyes lighting up. He glanced at Lucian, then said to Allison, “Pour some for Luca.

Didn’t you see his glass is empty?”

Allison walked over and poured a glass for Lucian. After pouring, she heard a man’s voice. “What do

you think of my hand?”

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Allison didn’t answer, just kept her head down, staring at the carpet.

A guy said, “Hey, Luca is asking you!

Allison hadn’t realized Lucian was asking her. He recognized her without even turning around? Well,

that made sense. She recognized him just by his back. He must have seen her side profile when she

poured his drink

Allison glanced at the cards in his hand, “Mr. Lindberg, do you want the truth?”

“Mmhm.” Lucian said.

Allison bit her lip, “Your hand is awful.”

Having said that, she took a step back. The others all laughed.

“Ha-ha, this waitress is brutally honest.”

“Luca, looks like your Benz is mine tonight. Even the waitress could tell your hand is crap. Hand over

the keys.”

“I heard Luca’s car is custom, and he’s only had it for less than a month,”

Lucian glanced at his cards, then said to Allison. “The car keys are in my pocket. Get them for me.”

Allison looked at his black trousers. She bent down, carefully reached into his pocket, and found the

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car keys. She pursed her lips slightly, quickly pulled out the keys, then, as if the keys were hot, swiftly

placed them on the poker table.

The man glanced at her. Then he took another sip of his drink, Tve put down my keys. Where are

yours? If I win, Kent, your new Porsche is mine.”

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The young man named Kent smiled as if he was sure he wouldn’t lose. He pulled out his car keys from

his pocket and tossed them onto the poker table, “Luca, if you win, not only this car, but also this watch

is yours.” He then took off his Patek Philippe watch.

Who in this room weren’t rich and powerful? They didn’t care about these things.

James also took off his watch, “Alright, since everyone’s upping the stakes, count me in.”

Lucian raised his hand, his gaze lightly sweeping over Allison.

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