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.

a single request, “During the hypnosis, I

and said,

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 and

start now.”

before we start? After the

leaned back in a chair and said in a

in a small village, her head throbbing as if it might split

more bizarre was her complete lack of memory; she couldn’t recall

a rapid, heavy knock

out, “Olivia, you lazy girl,

back soon.”

be a hand tearing through the

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of six, with a hardworking father, a nagging and biased mother, siblings running a business in town, and a sister studying in a

for summer vacation, and Olivia needed

her memory returned,

adjacent to the Taylor family’s residence, Gillian sat by the window, staring blankly

with an orange in one hand, and supporting his chin with the other, curiously

looking

gaze, concealing the craziness and

matter how hard Gillian worked, how dutiful she was to her grandfather, or how diligently she

she had brought this upon herself by walking the

truly understand her or her

circumstances, Olivia would fare better than her, perhaps even

would grapple with the ensuing challenges following her

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

believe that Olivia could maintain her

were incongruent, her pants came up short, and her shoes felt

this come to pass?

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 so long? Why haven’t you started preparing the meal? Your sister

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

dire consequences of ill–fitting footwear. Her message was

“Your sister’s matter is ranked first in our family. Nothing could be

then, something inexplicable happened. Olivia paused, her mind awash with recollections. Vivid memories of her mother’s unwavering

had always navigated. She refrained from speaking further, her silence