Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 31

The door to the upstairs study was open, Olivia approached the door and leaned in to listen for a moment, and when she heard no sound, she knocked a few times. “Mr. Sullivan, do you need help?”

The silence persisted, unbroken.

A knot of worry formed in Olivia’s chest, the fear that he might have lost consciousness gnawing at her. Without a second thought, driven by a mix of concern and urgency, she decisively pushed the door open.

The study room unfurled before her, grand in its expanse. Tall bookshelves laden with volumes of knowledge lined the walls, their natural wood grain gleaming softly under the ambient light. Directly across from her, to the right, a majestic desk held its ground. Its polished surface was home to a sleek computer and an organized stack of important–looking documents.

At her initial glance, the room seemed devoid of human presence. But as Olivia’s eyes adjusted and scanned the room more meticulously, a subtle detail caught her attention.

He was there but almost camouflaged. Nestled by the bay window, his silhouette was masked by the heavy, dark curtains, making him appear as if he was a part of the drapery, a shadow blending into the night.

Olivia walked over.

An overturned solid wood chair lay askew on the floor, hinting at a recent disturbance. Daniel Sullivan was seated gracefully by the bay window, one leg casually crossed over the other, exuding an air of nonchalance despite the evident chaos.

From Olivia’s vantage point, she could discern the telltale hues of blue and purple marring his toes. The implication was clear: the chair must have fallen on his foot, causing the bruise.

“Are you okay?” Olivia bent down, asking with concern.

It seemed as though Dániel was lost in his own world, unaware of her presence. When he finally noticed her, his eyes showed a momentary look of bewilderment. He stared blankly at her for a few heartbeats as if trying to piece together the situation before recognition slowly dawned on his face.

“I’m sorry, the noise must have startled you,” he said.

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His tone was polite, starkly contrasting to his previous sarcastic demeanor, as if he were a different person.

was to be assertive with the strong and gentle with the weak. Seeing Daniel, clearly injured, still concerned about whether she was startled, her

serious? Do you need to

his head. “No need. A bit of ointment will

too kind. I didn’t really help

gaze, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly, an apologetic look in his eyes. “Actually, I owe you an

a hint of confusion in

made one wish to pull

turned his head with effort, using all his strength to maintain composure. “It’s about the

his odd behavior a few

to me through Andrew. Andrew is my son, and I value

to latch onto him wasn’t fair. Daniel’s gaze was calm as he glanced at Olivia. Seeing her lack of response, he quickly shifted his tone and gave an example. “Last year, a

Andrew mentioned to me a

Olivia instinctively furrowed

came

continued, his voice captivating, speaking with deep emotion, “I mostly thought this lady wanted to get close to

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Sullivan family.

sudden tightness in her

magnetic yet calm voice continued, “Her ambitions were even greater. She

kidnap and use him to

this, her eyes suddenly burned, her heart

control herself, she squatted down, leaning close to Daniel, looking up at him, “What happened

her face, but

the calmer his expression became, making Olivia’s heart race, feeling a tightness in her chest,

the fabricated story he had told, which explained his previous odd behavior. However, seeing Olivia so engrossed in a mere fictional tale, showing immense concern for Andrew but disregarding his own injury in front of

He became incredibly agitated.

woman only care about her

she think he was

and concerned expression despite his internal displeasure, portraying the image of

kindness but not to force. Even though he didn’t

out yesterday that she had forgotten

to confront her

who had abandoned her husband, to see what she had truly