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.

request, “During the hypnosis,

and

Republic. After receiving the

start now.”

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 care of

back in a chair and said in a deep

a small village, her head throbbing as

more bizarre was her complete lack of memory;

heavy

you lazy girl, get up

back soon.”

to be a hand

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

and Olivia needed to prepare

memory returned, Olivia

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

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

you looking at?” he

gaze, concealing the craziness and resentment simmering beneath her

hard Gillian worked, how dutiful she was to her grandfather, or how diligently she studied; it always

had brought this upon herself

understand

Olivia would fare

Olivia would grapple with the ensuing challenges following her hypnotic

intelligent, beautiful, college–bound younger sister, while

that Olivia could

wrestled with ill–fitting attire. Her clothes were incongruent, her pants came up short,

had this come

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

a modicum of grace, “My shoes are incredibly tight, and I thought about

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

in our family. Nothing could be more important

Olivia paused, her mind awash with recollections. Vivid

familial disparity she had always navigated. She refrained from speaking further,