The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chatper 542

Chapter 542

“Hollywood’s rising star is caught in scandal. The innocent goddess turns out to be a slut.”

Although Grace usually didn’t keep up with the Hollywood gossip, something about this particular headline drew her

in.

The cover was Allison.

Grace blinked in surprise. She quickly skimmed the article. A series of scandalous photos were on the page. The

coarse words such as ‘harlot’ and ‘slut’ were thrown around. Grace’s heart pounded as she looked at the images.

The pictures depicted a hazy, intimate scene, and the woman’s profile bore a striking resemblance to Allison.

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Below were comments.

“Eight hours have passed, but there’s still no response from Allison’s PR team. Did they just give up?”

“I told you it was really her. There can’t be two people in the world that look this similar. Stop defending her,

Allison’s fans. Your innocent sweetheart is nothing more than a common harlot.”

“Allison surely knows how to play. Alone with several men. What a slut.”

“Even with the blurred photos, you can tell she’s got a killer body. Simply irresistible.”

“How many times has she been passed around? I hope she doesn’t have any STDs.”

Grace was stunned as she read these cruel comments. Her throat tightened and her hands trembled.

Meanwhile, her housekeeper called her to dinner, but Grace didn’t hear it. She spent a few moments staring at the

photos before scrolling further down. She felt a chill run down her spine. Grace got up, feeling numb, and prepared

to leave. She wanted to find Allison, to ask her if she was the woman in these photos. Then she realized she didn’t

know where Allison lived, and her calls went unanswered.

Allison had cut her off. She was no longer Allison’s mother.

“Ms. Grace, dinner is ready. Are you going out?” The housekeeper approached her, sensing something was off. “Ms.

Grace, is something wrong?”

Grace was pale, and her eyes were filled with dread. She clutched her chest, feeling unwell. The housekeeper

rushed to support her. “Ms. Grace, are you okay?”

Grace was too overwhelmed to speak. She felt numbness spreading across her face. After a while, she managed to

whisper, “I’m fine. I’m fine.”

The housekeeper helped Grace to bed, and fetched her some medication. After ensuring Grace was safe and

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resting, the housekeeper sent a text to Emma.

“Ms. Grace isn’t feeling well tonight. She’s taken some medication and is resting now.””

Penelope looked at the comments flooding Allison’s Twitter page with satisfaction. She turned to Nathalie and said,

“You did a good job. This is a great idea.”

Indeed, this was Nathalie’s plan to get back at Allison. She had taken some scandalous photos from Penelope’s

past, posted them online under an anonymous account, and let the backlash hit Allison. Allison, the innocent

goddess, was now drowning in a sea of scandal. And just like that, Allison’s reputation was ruined.

Nathalie sat next to Penelope. “We’re best friends, Penelope. I’m happy to help you.”

Penelope reveled in the praise. She scrolled through Twitter, reading the nasty comments. Using her own account,

she added fuel to the fire, “Slut!! Whore!!”

She finally felt a sense of satisfaction.