Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 251

Gillian told a story.

In the story, there was an old gentleman with the surname Smith. He was a brilliant doctor.

He had two granddaughters. The elder granddaughter was gentle and quiet. She had a reserved and considerate personality and loved medicine a lot.

The younger granddaughter was lively and mischievous. She liked to join in the fun. She had learned to play the violin, paint, and play chess but could not settle down to study medicine.

However, the old gentleman was exceptionally partial towards his younger granddaughter.

Whenever a big shot came to the family to seek medical treatment, the old gentleman always brought his younger granddaughter over but never his elder granddaughter.

Over time, those big shots had an impression of his younger granddaughter and treated her very well.

Later, his elder granddaughter inherited the family business and invited these big shots to participate in the ceremony.

Unexpectedly, when these big shots heard that his younger granddaughter was not around, they didn’t want to come as invited.

They had already become his younger granddaughter’s connections.

Gillian was very emotional, but Olivia was not listening attentively.

She was fiddling with her phone.

Gillian was unhappy. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Olivia looked up. “What should I say?”

Gillian took a deep breath. “Don’t you think the old man is partial?”

Olivia tapped her fingertips on the table and sighed lightly. “Gillian, have you ever thought of one thing?”

“What?” Gillian tilted her head.

Olivia continued. “You said those big shots were there to seek medical treatment. Then why did the old gentleman take his younger granddaughter with him? Did he bring her over to make a mess? Or can a doctor bring a child into the operating room?”

Gillian was stunned by the question.

“You also said that the old gentleman is a miracle doctor. He won’t do meaningless things. Then why did he take his younger granddaughter with him?” Olivia held up one finger. “There’s only one reason that makes sense. His granddaughter appeared as his assistant.”

“No way!” Gillian exclaimed. “His younger granddaughter is very young. She’s only in her teens. How can she be his assistant?”

Olivia’s tone was calm as she asked, “Then why did the miracle doctor bring a teenage girl with him when he was curing his patients? Gillian, you’re a grown–up. You should know that one would never try to make connections when others are sick unless he’s lost his mind.

and

trembled violently as if she had suffered a big blow. She kept shaking her head and muttering,

those people are all big shots and elites in the industry. These people are smart cookies and won’t act recklessly merely based on their personal preferences. There must be a reason why they rejected the

one.”

paused and voiced her thoughts. “I don’t

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granddaughter because

with those big shots? If her medical skills were good enough to make herself a miracle doctor, she would also become a

shot.

must she play up to others? Isn’t it

quite understand the sort of people like the elder granddaughter. Her grandfather was

she were the elder granddaughter, she would go all out to

would take the

great it would

rushing to befriend others and wishing to be liked, why not work hard to

with big shots. I like to become a big shot myself.”

as if she was escaping without saying a

their faces were red, and they were

official on this trip, Gillian had

Painting Association organized one small

all recommended by the association’s internal members.

for Doris.

it was not a large–scale competition, it had

get to know

could catch the eye of any teacher and be taken in as a disciple by

would have a sudden

state of excitement. She had even stomped upstairs to paint

as she entered the

Ernesto was back.

have such a wide

Then, the corners of her mouth curled up

know a teacher from the Painting Association. That teacher

Association

teacher was Olivia’s

the teacher, she was nothing

smiled sadly. “No, I

Ernesto raised his eyebrows.

Mrs. Rose Liebsig, the president of the Painting

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