The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 549

“Penelope was the talk of the town during her high school days, a real wild child with a bit of a reputation. Her family had some cash to throw around, and she was free-spirited. I met her back then; we hit it off within days. We shared a few drinks, some laughs, and before you knew it, we were tangled up after she popped some pills that got her raring to go. My buddy, Tanner, another rich kid, joined in the fun. We carried on with her until the wee hours of the night. Aha, the things we did... you wouldn’t even imagine.”

Listening to Robbie’s recount, Emma was taken aback. She never pegged Penelope for leading such a chaotic private life.

Robbie spared no detail. Emma felt her cheeks flush with every word. She wanted to stop him, but then she felt this was better. She realized that the more Robbie spilled, the more it could help Allison. Robbie went on, “She got knocked up and decided to get rid of it. I mean, with so many guys she had in one night, who could even tell who the father was? She’s supposed to be the Flanagan’s little princess, but she’s got more tricks up her sleeve than a Vegas call girl.”

Emma was shocked. “Pregnant?”

Robbie, noticing her surprise and the blush on her face, found her naive reaction rather appealing. “Yeah, Penelope had an abortion back in high school. Surprised, are you?”

Emma replied, “But isn’t she the Flanagan heiress? I always thought ladies of her standing are supposed to be gentle and refined.”

Robbie shook his head. “You’ve got it all wrong. She’s wilder than any tabloid celeb, always on the prowl. And now, she’s even got something going with that... with the son of the Lindberg’s butler. Lucian Lindberg is such a big shot, but his fiancée is a slut.”

Emma couldn’t believe the scoop she was getting. Her heart raced with the implications. She knew Allison had her sights set on Lucian. If Penelope’s escapades came to light, the Lindbergs would surely call off the engagement with the Flanagans. With this in mind, she settled back on the couch.

“Are you sure about all this? How do I know you’re not making it up?”