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

nodded and

also needed to be created in the Hushe Republic. After receiving

start now.”

“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

back in a chair and said in

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

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

heard a rapid, heavy

accent called out, “Olivia, you lazy girl,

back soon.”

seemed to be a hand tearing through

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

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

returned, Olivia

a beautiful three–story house adjacent to the Taylor family’s

on the couch, playing with an orange in one

are you looking

gaze, concealing the craziness and resentment simmering beneath her

Olivia’s shadow, with everyone openly favoring Olivia. It didn’t matter how hard Gillian worked, how dutiful she was to

upon herself by walking the path she

could truly understand her or her

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

how Olivia would grapple with

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

Olivia could maintain her composure amidst

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

had this come to pass?

pair of shoes that offered a more accommodating fit. The air grew tense as her mother, Megan, entered. Megan’s expression was marred by

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

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

our family. Nothing could

awash with recollections.

disparity she had always navigated. She refrained from