Chapter 558
The Billionaire’s Maid Bride
Sophie slipped her phone out of her pocket and dialed Nathalieâs number, but there was no answer.
She mumbled, slightly embarrassed, âJust wait a bit longer. The tip canât be wrong.â
She couldnât be certain if Nathalie was leading her on a wild goose chase. And now, Nathalie was suddenly out of reach. Sophie was starting to panic.
Just at that momentâ¦
One of the reporters piped up, âLook over there, isnât that the same middle-aged woman from this morning? Sheâs back again.â
Everyone shifted their gaze. âShe looks pretty plain, seems like sheâs got an average family life.â
âSheâs been here since this morning. I was the first to arrive, and she was already waiting. Even after lunch, she came back and continued to wait. Doesnât look like any media folk to me.â
âCould she be Allisonâs mother?â someone speculated.
âNo way?!â another voiced in disbelief.
âThat canât be right. Why would Allisonâs mother dress like that? She looks like⦠sheâs far too modestly dressed.â
âYeah, if she were Allisonâs mother, why would she be waiting out here instead of going inside?â
The crowd started buzzing with all sorts of comments.
Sophie had no clue, as she had never met Allisonâs mom.
âWhy not just go ask her?â someone suggested.
Sophie approached the woman. âMaâam, are you thirsty? Iâve got an extra bottle of water.â
Grace turned around. âNo, Iâm fine.â
But she had been waiting there all morning; she had to be parched. Grace was used to being frugal, not the type to spend a few bucks on a bottle of water. She licked her lips, and Sophie insisted, âI happen to have a spare bottle. Take it if youâre thirsty.â
Grace didnât refuse again. âThank you, dear.â After a few sips, she seemed much more comfortable.
Cautiously, Sophie asked, âMaâam, what brings you here? Are you waiting for Allison?â
Sophie had purposefully framed the question. She didnât know if the middle-aged woman was Allisonâs mother, but as a reporter, she asked out of instinct, ready to backtrack if the woman didnât recognize the name.
Grace faltered, âHow do you know my daughter?â
Sophieâs face lit up. âSo, youâre Allisonâs mom?â
Her voice wasnât low, so the surrounding reporters overheard and immediately swarmed around Grace.
Sophie was thrilled; this was the scoop of the month. âMaâam, why arenât you inside?â
Grace sighed. âI canât go in. Iâll just wait for her here. Who are you all? Please, donât bother meâ¦â
Grace felt uneasy amongst these strangers and stood up, ready to leave.
But the media wouldnât let a hot story slip through their fingers that easily.
âMaâam, you must have heard about your daughter Allisonâs scandal. Whatâs your opinion on it?â
âAre the pictures really of Allison? Is there some sort of misunderstanding?â
You seem modestly dressed and canât even enter Epic Entertainment. Is it possible that your daughter Allison is mistreating you?â
The media descended upon her with a barrage of questions. Grace felt overwhelmed, barely able to catch her breath under the weight of their inquiries. Her head buzzed, and facing the crowd, she realized these were the vultures waiting outside Epic Entertainment. In that moment, they swarmed like bees to honey.
Grace froze.
âI⦠I donât know. Allison isnât like that⦠Sheâs always been good, ever since she was a kid. Please, donât trouble her, and leave me alone.â