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.

“During the hypnosis, I must be within the

and said,

Republic. After receiving the book, Olivia briefly flipped through a few pages and then

start now.”

before we start? After the hypnosis, you might not be able to handle your work normally for a while.”

a chair and said in a

her head throbbing as if

more bizarre was her complete lack

heavy knock on the door from

woman’s voice with a strong accent called out, “Olivia, you lazy girl, get

back soon.”

a hand tearing through the

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her name, age, education, and her role in a family of six, with a hardworking father, a nagging and biased mother, siblings running a

her sister was returning for summer vacation, and Olivia needed to prepare lunch before her

returned, Olivia hurriedly

Taylor family’s residence,

one hand,

looking

gaze, concealing the craziness and resentment simmering beneath

didn’t matter how hard Gillian worked, how dutiful she was to her grandfather, or how diligently she studied; it

upon herself by walking

could truly understand her

in the same circumstances, Olivia would fare better than her, perhaps

to witness how Olivia would grapple with the ensuing challenges following

intelligent, beautiful, college–bound younger sister, while they all ignored her, belittled her, and looked

Olivia could

attire. Her clothes were incongruent, her pants came up short, and

had this come to pass?

began 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.

replied while maintaining a modicum of grace, “My shoes are incredibly tight, and I thought

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

in our family.

mind awash with recollections. Vivid memories of

stark reminder of the familial disparity she had always navigated. She refrained from