Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 30

Susan had brought many gifts, intending for Olivia to choose from them. Typically, unless they were close friends or family, one or two gifts would suffice when visiting someone’s home. There was no need for a multitude of presents.

Yet, Olivia sat on the floor, sifting through the various gifts, finding each one irresistible. She wanted to give them all to Andrew..

It was a peculiar feeling. Every time she thought of the young boy, her heart softened. She couldn’t help but want to treat him well, wanting to give him everything she had.

After much contemplation, she selected a Lego set and a race car.

Her original plan was to surprise Andrew, but upon arriving, she discovered he wasn’t home.

Hadn’t they agreed to have dinner? Why wasn’t he home?

Olivia’s expression visibly dimmed.

The living room was empty, except for the maid, Aunt Zoe, who came forward to greet her. Taking the gifts from her hands, she said, “Mr. Andrew knew you were coming. He must be very happy. He talked about it all day yesterday and told me to prepare delicious dishes. I was so nervous that I feared my cooking wouldn’t be up to par.”

Imagining the little boy mumbling with his cherry–red, plump lips, his face displaying an innocent and endearing expression, Olivia couldn’t help but gently purse her lips, the corners of her eyes lifting in a tender smile.

Leading Olivia to sit on the sofa, Zoe said, “Mr. Andrew was waiting for you, but someone suddenly came from the old mansion yesterday and took him away. Don’t worry. Mr. Andrew will be back by noon. He also left a letter for you.”

Zoe took out a pink note, on which was the childish and tender handwriting of the little boy.

“Sister Olivia,

“I went to grandma’s today. I’ll be back by noon tomorrow. Wait for me. I’ll be back soon.”

At the end of the letter was a drawing of two little people holding hands.

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intend to read the book here, but with nothing else to do, she casually

a beautiful handwriting she thought. It looks a lot

will love Livy forever?”

hand, holding the page, stiffened. The more she looked

Why does it look so much like

took out a pen and paper from

she compared

was almost identical.

was young, Olivia practiced her handwriting, mastering a particularly elegant style. She never rushed her

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familiar name gave Olivia a surreal

Olivia flipped through a few more pages, hoping to find similar handwriting. However, she found nothing until she reached the very end of the book. In

time, the handwriting was different, masculine, and sharp, like iron strokes

“Good.”

the previous line.

prickled at Olivia’s fingertips, an unexpected emotion burrowing its way into her heart, causing a

soft thud, taking a sip of water to steady herself, trying to

composure, the door opened to reveal

sleeves rolled up just a touch, revealing a hint of his wrists. A file was clutched in his hand, and his hurried steps hinted at some pressing matter.

he suddenly turned back, finally stopping beside her. His gaze fell on the book on the

brought it over, thinking I might be

he bent down, picked up the book, carefully dusted it off, and held it close to his chest as if it were precious. “Ask Zoc to get you

that, he headed towards the stairs.

said, “Mr. Sullivan

turned to her, “Don’t touch this book