Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 422

Huntley hesitated on the other end of the phone call, prolonging her decision–making process.

Olivia, growing impatient, couldn’t fathom her indecision and expressed her frustration. “What are you hesitating about?” Olivia questioned, her tone tinged with exasperation. “It’s just a man who betrayed you. Do you really need to think twice? Send him to prison and enjoy your life with a handsome young man.

“If you can’t let go of him, use voodoo to control him, make him obey you, and if he misbehaves, make him suffer, make him desperate, fully domesticate himl “If you don’t know how to do it, I can get you a psychologist to teach you how to make Maximus fall in love with you, utterly devoted to you!”

The others in the room were left utterly dumbfounded by Olivia’s bold statements, and Huntley remained silent, overwhelmed by the shock.

Olivia had always been puzzled by Huntley’s approach. Huntley had resorted to voodoo and other investigative methods when it came to others, such as Maximus and Kaira.

However, when it came to her own situation, she seemed powerless and passive, like a block of wood, not taking any action to protect herself.

Maximus had used her prescription to build his business and hadn’t hidden the fact that he imprisoned Kaira, leaving plenty of loopholes.

Huntley could have easily controlled him with a casual move.

Yet Huntley had endured until now, leaving Olivia wondering whether Huntley was simply a victim of her own weakness or if she possessed an extraordinary level of patience.

“Miss Taylor.” Elena approached, her voice soft and calming, “Kaira is awake and asking to see you.”

Olivia nodded and said to Huntley, who was still grappling with her decision. “Have you made up your mind?”

Huntley continued to waver in her judgment, unable to reach a final conclusion.

Olivia sighed softly, her impatience showing. “Take your time.”

She hung up the phone and turned to leave the room, heading to the which was conveniently nearby.

apartment,

her bare feet and tear–stained face, rushed out. She resembled a frightened little rabbit in her innocence and vulnerability. “Olivia, Olivia, does my master

her frantic questioning, Kaira shook her head repeatedly, burdened with guilt. “It’s all my fault. I didn’t hide things well. I didn’t convince Maximus to turn back.

divorce my master and that he would treat her well.

no longer has affection for him. Consequently, you are now free to make your choices.” Kaira’s eyes displayed a hint of bewilderment, her mind racing. Then, as if a revelation struck her, she fixed a madly intense gaze on Olivia, filled with an accusation of deceit, “You’re lying! My master’s love for Maximus runs deep. How could she give up on him? She’s shown such profound affection for

“Well, there’s no need for you to do that anymore. I’ve already reported Maximus to the police, with substantial evidence of illegal detention and assault. If you decide to press charges, he will

of jail, apprehension evident on her face. She instinctively shook her head, saying, “No, I can’t accuse him. What would happen to my master if he went to jail? She’d be devastated, and I can’t

sobbed, “You’re a liar,

Olivia said, Kaira refused to believe. She was firmly convinced

about

reach an impasse, with Kaira resisting any persuasion, and they needed to find a way

called Huntley, and briefly explained the situation. She asked, “Kaira is waiting

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against Maximus?”

that Maximus imprisoned you

at the phone, as if she

phone and said, “Do you hear that? It’s your master’s

eyes with Olivia, filled with anger, “Is it you? Have you kidnapped my master and coerced her to say all this? Who are you people? Are you Maximus’s business rivals orchestrating this

“Master, I know they’re trying to deceive me, but don’t worry. I won’t do what

took the phone to her ear and said, “Huntley, did you hear that? She’s been pretending to be clueless all along, doing whatever she can to play dumb. No matter what, she won’t accuse Maximus. At this point, don’t you realize whether she’s doing it willingly or

louder, a sinister tone. from the depths of hell. Her

sounded sinister and came from the depths