Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 122

Olivia was sitting in the car, and the calm and relaxed expression instantly disappeared, replaced by coldness.

Daniel was driving in front. Andrew was sitting on a child’s safety seat with his head lowered. He had fallen asleep.

The child was energetic, but he needed to replenish his energy. After playing for the entire afternoon, he was already exhausted, so he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Hence, no one noticed Olivia’s expression.

She propped her chin on her hand and leaned against the back of the seat. Her posture was lazy and casual as if it was casual, but her light amber eyes were complicated and unreadable.

She looked straight out of the window, thinking about something. Daniel was in the front driving. As he held the steering wheel, he observed Olivia’s expression through the rearview mirror.

His expression was calm, and his movements were elegant and practiced. Seeing that Olivia didn’t look well, he was not in a hurry to ask. Instead, he waited quietly for a moment. When she turned her head, he asked, “Are you in a bad mood?”

Olivia looked up indifferently and remained silent.

Upon seeing this, Daniel gave a smile. His beautiful eyes curved like the crescent moon in the quiet night sky.

Tapping his index finger on the steering wheel, he slowed down and parked the car by the side of the road. When he spoke again, his tone was a little more serious. “You were not yourself at the Smith Cuisine Hall just

now.”

Daniel understood Olivia. She was not someone who usually rocked the boat. Even if Cynthia provoked her, Olivia would not make the recipe public rashly.

This didn’t seem like something that Olivia would do.

A few years ago, when they first met, Olivia was only 18 years old. She was vivacious as a young girl and did not have much money on her, obliged to work part–time for a living.

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But even so, she was still noble and extraordinary.

She was like an aristocrat who had wandered among the commoners, carrying with her an innate pride and nobility.

According to her original personality, if Cynthia messed with her, she would not even give Cynthia a look. She would let Ms. Blake and Mr. Yanis deal with it.

It was just like how ancient emperors dealt with things.

There had long been courtiers and guards blocking those who caused trouble. They would not let those troublemakers have the chance to appear and be an eyesore to the emperor.

It was just Cynthia. It was not worth Olivia’s time and effort.

nothing of someone like

was very strange that Olivia confronted Cynthia today

could sense something wrong with her. Olivia turned her

and raised her hand to support her forehead. She

specially made for Gillian. It is a medicinal cuisine that works with food and can treat illnesses and conserve

tone, “It took me three years to work it out and the draft was revised several times before it was finalized.

as her

cared about her and was worried about her health and her results. She would give up almost

cliff by

the cliff, a trace

wanted the Smith family and wanted

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did Gillian go through so much trouble to trick her to the top of the mountain and push

was only later that Olivia slowly grew up and began to look at her relationship with Gillian from an objective

because

was pushed off the mountain peak, Gillian roared, “Why did Grandpa only pass

Why?

She suddenly

were in their teens. Each of them had a set of silver needles. However, in

to teach them, but they couldn’t

the only one who

the idea of handing the Smith family to her. Before this, he doted on Gillian more than

the past wouldn’t cast

Olivia turned to Andrew.

was sleeping soundly. His face was pink and tender. When he closed

smacked, and then he muttered softly,

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heart softened and she felt a wave

wonderful and

in the world, who liked

felt so sweet as if

Hu muttered and then uttered a cry of astonishment. Olivia subconsciously turned around. There was a hint of

in my eyes. It hurts.” As

leaned over and gently pressed his lower eyelids with her fingertips. She then blew on them and asked with concern, “Does it

The man sounded aggrieved. “Blow on them

she did not find any sand or eyelashes. She blew on them a few times, but it didn’t work

eyes? Olivia frowned. With a worried look, she suggested.

in my eyes. I can feel it Look carefully

a whisper, carrying a hint of

began to see the light. She looked up suspiciously with a probing gaze and said, ‘Are