The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 101

Up on the second floor of the Starlight Hotel, a guy decked out in a black waiter’s uniform whipped out his phone. After a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, he gave a heads up to the guy on the other end of the line. Pete, Kamilla Lindberg is in the lounge. She’s alone. Aidan didn’t touched her He’s left.”

“Keep Kamilla on lock. I’m on my way.”

About ten minutes later, Pete rolled up.

Logan, keep an eye on the door.” He instructed and then made a beeline for the lounge

Scattered on the floor were women’s clothes.

He halted, bent down, and picked up Kamilla’s intimate apparel–a light pink number with lacy trimmings. He brought it close to his nose and took a good, long whiff.

Faint rose scent, mixed with Kamilla’s own aroma.

Pete’s mind was racing

Kamilla had been knocked out cold by Aidan. Now, she was sprawled on a bed, barely covered by a thin blanket.

Pete eyed the unconscious Kamilla, and couldn’t resist lifting the blanket.

His pupils were dilating like crazy

He bent down, his nose tracing her cheek and then further down, taking in a deep breath. A bold thought popped into Pete’s mind. He was a notorious flirt, always surrounded by women, but he had

never been with a high–society lady like Kamilla.

Why was his status lower than Aidan’s, despite both of them being chummy with the Lindberg family?

Why did his father hold a lower rank than Aidan’s, thereby putting him at a lower status than Aidan?

Why was Aidan the one the Lindberg family’s favorite little princess had the hots for?

But things were about to change.

Kamilla was about to be his!

Half an hour later

Pele got up, looking at Kamilla, now in a state of disarray on the bed.

Kamilla was still out cold, not yet awake, and clueless about the identity of the man with whom she had just been with.

Pete got dressed, adjusted Kamilla into various poses, and snapped a couple of pictures on his phone. Satisfied, he made his exit.

Outside, Logan came up to him as soon as he emerged “Pete”

Pete gave him a once–over. “did you take care of the surveillance?”

“Surveillance is handled. No one’s going to know you were here tonight.”

Pete gave a nod. “Good.” Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Meanwhile, outside Carter’s lounge on the third floor, David slipped out after making sure Carter was asleep.

He bumped into Lucian and immediately bowed slightly. “Mr. Lindberg”

“Is Carter asleep?”

“Yes, Mr. Lindberg. He had a great time today, but he’s wiped out now.” After all, a party that lasted over four hours would drain anyone, let alone an old man.

“Good, I’ll head back then. Take care of Carter for me.”

“Will do.”

After Lucian left, David clenched his fists and straightened up.

He was Carter’s adopted son. To Lucian and the other Lindberg kids, he was just “David“, in reality, nothing more than a butler, albeit a high–ranking one, for the Lindberg family

And Taylor was just a kid Sophia Crane had brought home, but he held a higher status than David.

If it weren’t for that accident, Taylor might still be alive, might have taken over the Lindberg Corporation shares by now, and David would still have nothing.

His phone started to ring.

David took out his phone. It was his son. He felt a twinge of irritation.