Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

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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she heard what the crowd said, she felt vindicated. A

knuckle on the table. The chatter gradually subsided as a hush fell over the crowd. Cynthia looked at Olivia with contempt. “Ms. Taylor, is this your first time here?”

Cynthia regarded Olivia with a disdainful glare. “This must be the first time eating this dish.

her chair and folded her arms,

She sensed an extraordinary yet familiar aura from Olivia. Her

doctor who was well respected by the rich and powerful. How could she compare someone like Olivia

the thought away and refused to entertain that notion.

grow

at Olivia and sneered, “It’s no surprise since you are raised with a lowly upbringing. You didn’t up in the Taylor family. You’re used to plain, home–cooked meals. How dare you criticize the delicacies here with your unrefined palate? Who do you think you are? Are you fit to eat the food

worthy to eat the dishes in

with a spiteful gleam in her eyes. “Hang a sign at the door stating that Olivia

with crude people like her.

too. I’ll do the

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“Count me in.”

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

he first stepped into the restaurant, his eyes

meticulously tailored suit of an Italian artisanal brand. The lightweight fabric clung to his body, outlining his impeccable physique. His strong and

face, accentuating the contours of his exquisite features. His

attention turned

their restaurants and hotels would bear the same sign as the

forgotten that Daniel was the one who brought

restaurant.

at the thought of how powerful Daniel was. They regretted

Olivia as some lowly mistress and