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 Ernesto met, and Olivia made a single request, “During the hypnosis, I must be within the

and said,

needed to be created in the Hushe Republic. After receiving the book, Olivia briefly flipped through a few pages and

start now.”

the Hushe Republic. Ernesto raised an eyebrow, concerned, “Aren’t you going to prepare anything before we

and

in a small village, her head throbbing

her complete lack of memory; she

rapid, heavy knock on the

accent called out, “Olivia, you lazy girl,

back soon.”

a hand tearing through the fog, instantly clarifying

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

vacation, and

her memory returned,

the Taylor family’s residence, Gillian

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

looking at?”

craziness and resentment simmering

matter how hard Gillian worked,

brought this upon herself by

truly understand her or

circumstances, Olivia would fare better than her, perhaps even

how Olivia would grapple with the ensuing challenges following her

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

that Olivia could maintain her

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

had this come to pass?

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

replied while maintaining a modicum of grace, “My shoes

daughter to endure the discomfort, warning of the potential dire consequences of ill–fitting footwear. Her message was clear, the imminent

emphasized, “Your sister’s matter is ranked first in our family. Nothing could be more important than your

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

stark reminder of the familial disparity she had always navigated. She refrained from speaking further, her silence