Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 243

For Ernesto, the book wasn’t particularly important; it was merely a family heirloom, making it somewhat precious.

So, when Olivia expressed interest in it, he agreed without hesitation.

“Alright, you set a time, and once the hypnosis is done, I’ll give you the book,” he said, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Olivia responded, “Give me the book first.”

Ernesto tapped his fingers on the table and nodded. “Sure, you set the time.”

Olivia suggested, “Let’s do it after the International Medical Association conference.” Olivia walked into the study, picking up a book on psychology.

Athene, her companion, expressed concern, “Olivia, are you sure about undergoing hypnosis? Ernesto is quite skilled.”

Upon learning of Olivia’s visit to Mala, Athene had flown in from Gorshire the same day. “What if… what if he has ill intentions? What will you do?” Athene was deeply worried. Contemporary medical hypnosis was primarily used for psychological therapy, aiding in comforting

simple

patients or unlocking their emotional knots. However, Ernesto was unlikely to employ comforting

methods on Olivia.

A powerful hypnotist like Ernesto could hypnotize a person into another person. He could even make the hypnotized person commit suicide without anyone knowing through constant hints.

Athene sat beside Olivia. “Olivia, what if he has bad intentions?”

Olivia turned a page as she reassured her, “Don’t worry; I won’t go into this unprepared.”

Athene looked up, puzzled.

Olivia scratched her nose and smiled. “Silly girl, someone will protect me in the dark. If I really encounter danger, they will protect me.”

Athene nodded. “That’s good.”

The conference at the International Medical Association concluded swiftly.

and Olivia made a single request, “During the hypnosis, I must be within the boundaries of

nodded and said,

remembered that the persona Gillian wanted also needed to be created in the Hushe Republic. After receiving the book, Olivia briefly flipped through a few pages

start now.”

the homeland, Olivia followed Ernesto to his residence in the Hushe Republic. Ernesto raised an eyebrow, concerned, “Aren’t you going to prepare anything before we start? After the hypnosis, you might not be able to handle your work normally for a while.” Olivia appeared calm and replied, “I’ve already taken

she leaned back in a chair and

small village, her head throbbing

even more bizarre was her complete lack of memory; she

heavy knock on the door from

called out, “Olivia, you lazy girl, get up and cook. Your

back soon.”

voice seemed to be a hand tearing through the

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a hardworking father, a nagging and

vacation, and Olivia needed to prepare

returned, Olivia

three–story house adjacent to the Taylor family’s residence, Gillian sat by the window, staring blankly at Olivia’s

in one hand, and supporting his chin

you looking

concealing the craziness and resentment simmering beneath

been in Olivia’s shadow, with everyone openly favoring Olivia. It didn’t matter how hard Gillian worked, how dutiful she was to her grandfather, or how diligently she studied; it always amounted to

had brought this upon herself by walking the path

who could truly understand her or her

couldn’t believe that in the same circumstances, Olivia would

would grapple with the ensuing challenges following her hypnotic

intelligent, beautiful, college–bound younger sister,

believe that Olivia could maintain her composure

Taylor family’s residence, Olivia wrestled with ill–fitting attire. Her clothes were incongruent,

come to

to scour the room in search of a pair of shoes that offered a more accommodating fit. The air grew tense as her mother, Megan, entered. Megan’s expression was marred by annoyance, and her tone was curt. “What’s taking you

shoes are incredibly tight, and I thought about switching to a more

of ill–fitting footwear. Her message was clear, the imminent arrival of Olivia’s sister held greater

ranked first in our family. Nothing could be more important than your sister’s

recollections. Vivid memories of her mother’s unwavering partiality towards her

disparity she had always navigated. She refrained