Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

“The gentle breeze brings a sweet fragrance. My darling Livy smells so good.”

The man was burying his nose in Olivia’s neck, taking a soft sniff.

Everyone called her Olivia, except for him, who called her Livy.

He said, “Olivia is everyone’s Olivia, but Livy is only mine.”

At the end of his sentence, the man forcefully pushed down his hip as if he intended to pin Olivia to the bed.

Olivia felt like a fire burning inside her, making her forehead sweaty. She struggled to open her eyes, wanting to see the face of the person over her, but there seemed to be a mist clouding her vision, preventing her from seeing clearly no matter how hard she tried.

She could only go up and down, following the man’s actions.

When Olivia woke up, it was already 9 o’clock in the morning.

She let out a sigh and massaged her forehead, bewildered as to why she would have such a dream. “Could it possibly be the hormone’s fault? However, I have no special feelings toward any men.

“Since I can’t figure it out, I will just put it aside for now.

“There are many things to do today. The dinner party is scheduled for today. Although it starts in the evening, preparations should be made. during the day,” she said inwardly.

The life assistant sent to her by Amelia had already arranged a series of procedures.

After having breakfast, Olivia would do the whole body’s skin care. Additionally, she needed to do her hair. The clothes had already been delivered, and she needed to try them on to see if they fit. If there were any areas that were not suitable, necessary adjustments had to be made as soon as possible.

After finishing breakfast, Olivia walked toward the door. Her assistant, Abigail Murphy, had already pulled the car out, saying, “Ms. Taylor, the appointment is scheduled at 10 o’clock, and time is running short.”

Previously, Abigail worked at the Taylor Group. Due to her efficiency and exceptional abilities, she was chosen by Amelia to become the personal life assistant.

Later, she was appointed as the life assistant of Olivia.

“Just call me by my name.” Olivia got in the car.

a bit short on time. I

intersection called Summon Street. Olivia pointed at the sign by the roadside and asked, “Aren’t we going to Summon

is bad.” Abigail wanted to turn around, but there

her and said, “No need to turn around. Turn left at the second intersection ahead, go straight for 300 yards, turn right, and

direction, Abigail indeed arrived at Lantes

in the mood to talk to Olivia. “Olivia, you know this area

shook her head. “I haven’t been

She hadn’t seen Olivia using a navigation app on her phone, yet Olivia seemed to know the

“I looked at the map and knew which roads were passable

Abigail was left dumbfounded.

the map? Did she just glance at it

salon, but I didn’t know that there was another way to get there. But Olivia only glanced at the map

is a genius!” said

she couldn’t ascertain whether Olivia was lying or genuinely possessed an extraordinary

that maps could be quite troublesome with the various intersections and forks. People who

was busy all day and had to finish her lunch quickly, It was not until in the evening that she finished

drove Olivia back when the dinner was

the traffic was at its peak. Abigail was driving very slowly. It took over half an hour just to cover

her forehead and pointed toward the subway station ahead, saying, “Olivia, we’re running out of time. This road is

Olivia. She twitched her lips and

to the long, ice–blue formal dress

face turned red as she said, “Then, I’ll take a shortcut

collided with a white car

“Oh no!”

turned around immediately, saying, “Olivia, take the subway back.

and found her to be

nodded and said, “I need to handle this here. I have to wait for the insurance company’s representative to arrive and determine the responsibility with the

reason seemed to be quite

lifted her

she felt embarrassed and started an unnecessary explanation, saying, “I

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