Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 115

Olivia’s remark was akin to a drop of water hitting a sizzling hot pan of oil. It created an immediate and explosive reaction, scattering shock and surprise throughout the room.

Gasps, murmurs, and startled expressions spread like wildfire through the crowd.

Diners who frequented the Smith Cuisine Hall were affluent people, including many influential businessmen. They held the cuisine in the restaurant in high regard.

They especially loved the restaurant’s signature dish, seared salmon with herbed couscous, a nourishing and delicious dish.

Some customers consumed the dish to regulate their bodies and found it to have excellent effects on their health.

They immediately frowned when they heard Olivia’s comment that the dish was not good. However, they did not want to say anything unpleasant due to their high standing in society. It was apparent that they were displeased. Their expressions conveyed an unspoken consensus of disdain for her.

The more outspoken customers mocked, “What an ignorant girl. Where did she come from? How dare she criticize the food at the Smith Cuisine Hall? What a joke.”

“She’s just trying to seek attention by pretending to be knowledgeable about the food in the Smith Cuisine Hall. She wants to prove that she is different to attain a fleeting moment of fame. She doesn’t know anything

at all.”

Some of them glared at Olivia. “This woman is not bad–looking. She’s probably a mistress. Her sugar daddy must have brought her here. She thinks she can behave arrogantly just because she has a rich man as backing.”

“That must be it. Such a woman only knows how to sell her body. She is lacking in social manners and doesn’t know how to appreciate the food at the Smith Cuisine Hall.”

Soon, the discussion became more heated. They ignored Olivia and continued to comment at the top of their voices.

In the beginning, the head chef, Cynthia Brown, was infuriated at Olivia’s

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crowd said, she felt vindicated. A self–satisfied smirk appeared

sat back in her chair and tapped her index finger knuckle on the table. The chatter gradually subsided as a hush fell over the crowd. Cynthia looked

Smith Cuisine Hall. Cynthia regarded Olivia with a disdainful glare.

She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms,

an extraordinary yet familiar aura from Olivia. Her indifference and confidence were very similar to

she swiftly dismissed that thought. Isaac was a renowned doctor who was well respected by the rich and powerful. How could she

thought away and refused to entertain that

grow

family. You’re used to plain, home–cooked meals. How

worthy

paused and looked at Olivia with a spiteful gleam in her eyes. “Hang a sign at the

is how we should deal with

I’ll do the

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“Count me in.”

In just 15 minutes, more than 10 restaurants and hotels indicated they would hang the same sign as the Smith

Daniel returned to the restaurant. He was holding Andrew’s hand. When he first stepped into the

artisanal brand. The lightweight fabric clung to his

dim lights fell upon his face, accentuating the contours of his exquisite features. His appearance was peerless, akin

Immediately, everyone’s attention

the people who rallied together and proclaimed that their restaurants and hotels would bear the same sign as the Smith Cuisine Hall fell into a hushed silence. Their expressions shifted

Daniel was the one

restaurant.

more frightened customers turned pale at the thought of how powerful Daniel was. They regretted attacking Olivia with their