The Billionaire’s Maid Bride (Flanagan and Allison)

Chapter 570

Was it just Allison’s imagination, or was Hudson inching closer to her with every passing moment?

A subtle alarm bell rang in her head as she shifted discreetly to the side. “I’m sorry,” she said with a hint Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

of reservation. “If my issue has caused the company any trouble, I truly apologize.”

Hudson, ever so casual, took out his phone. “I’m sure Patty must’ve mentioned it, but your case is a bit

tricky,” he said, scrolling through his device.

Allison frowned. “How? Patty didn’t say anything.”

Hudson looked like a gentleman on first glance. He was in his forties, slightly round in the belly, yet still

in better shape than most middle-aged men. But when he smiled, it was very lewd. Allison was a little

uneasy, especially after overhearing gossip about his inappropriate conduct with female actresses in

the break room.

Under the table, her fingers were busy texting Emma for help, hoping she would reach out to Patty.

Hudson’s phone now displayed several photos, and Allison’s heart skipped a beat. They were those

ambiguous shots of Penelope. “Mr. Sears,” she said. Her voice was steady and firm. “You’re mistaken.

That’s not me in those photos. I’ll clear this up at a press conference in three days.”

“Not you?” Hudson feigned surprise, reaching out to circle an arm around Allison. “You know, Epic

Entertainment has treated you quite well since you joined. We’ve given you top-notch opportunities. But

this scandal? It’s damaging our reputation.”

“Mr. Sears,” Allison replied. Her patience was wearing thin. “I’ll explain everything in three days.”

Disgusted, she stood up and brushed off his hand. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now.”

She didn’t get far before his hand snatched her waist, throwing her back onto the couch. “Playing the

innocent, huh? A slut like you trying to act like a saint? You have slept with so many men, but now

you’re playing innocent and shy with me!”

Allison sank into the soft cushions, struggling as Hudson pinned her down by the shoulders. His laugh

was growing more lecherous by the second. “Struggle for me, I love it. Did you know I’ve had my eye

on you since you started here at Epic? You’re so tempting, Allison. Those guys can’t satisfy you, but I

can. Stick with me, and you’ll have all the resources you want at Epic. A luxury brand endorsement,

perhaps? Just obey me, and it’s all yours.”

As he fumbled with his belt, Allison saw her chance and kneed him hard.

Had Emma received her text? Miguel was just outside, so escaping on her own seemed impossible. It

was 8 PM, and Epic Entertainment was nearly deserted. Even if she screamed for help, who would

dare confront Mr. Sears on her behalf?

Hudson howled in agony, clutching his groin. His eyes were filled with fury. “Damn bitch!” He lunged at

her, yanking her hair back viciously. “Struggle! I love to it.”

Allison gritted her teeth. “Hudson, respect yourself. You want to sleep with me? I’m afraid you’re out of

your league!”