Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 313

When they got into the car, Olivia asked Elena, “When does the competition

start?”

Elena was very professional and immediately said, “The competition starts at 9 o’clock and ends at 11 o’clock. After that, it’s time for the judges to comment. You’re a specially invited judge. You don’t have to review every piece of work. You just need to comment on the final 10 pieces of work. According to the practice of the previous competitions, the specially invited judge will comment at around 2 p.m.”

Olivia nodded and said decisively, “Go reply that I’ll be there by 1:30 p.m.”

At the entrance of the art gallery, seeing Olivia leave with her own eyes, Doris patted her chest and heaved a long sigh of relief.

She was finally gone!

Although Doris did not know who Olivia was, the fact that Olivia could come to the art gallery today meant that she was related to the Painting Association. She assumed that Olivia was either a member of the Painting Association or an assistant of the association.

Doris calculated the time in her heart. The ten works that were selected would be announced at two in the afternoon. After that, it would be time for the specially invited judges to comment on them.

When it was two o’clock, the outcome would be set. Even if Olivia did not like her, it would not change the outcome.

Moreover, Olivia might just be a nobody in the Painting Association. She might not even have a say

Doris was strengthless. She took the elevator upstairs. When she reached the door, she bumped into the girl sitting in front of her. Her aunt was a member of the Painting Association.

Seeing this, Doris went over enthusiastically and took the girl’s arm, inquiring about something.

“A twenty–four or twenty–five–year–old girl?” The girl frowned. “I don’t think so. The youngest female member of the Painting Association is Jeanne. There’s no one younger than her.”

“Oh.” Doris was overjoyed. However, to be safe, she asked again, “What about people around the same age? Any assistants?”

“No.” The girl said, shaking her head, “The threshold for joining the Painting Association is rather high. How can there be so many young people?”

Hearing this, Doris was completely relieved.

It turned out that Olivia was nothing. Doris thought that she was some big shot. It

Billions Mosing Darling

turned out to be a false alarm.

At the Dillon family.

up the phone, she thought about it and felt uneasy, so she reported this matter to

someone just called and asked to speak to Ms. Fulham.”

Doris?” Eudora frowned. “She just won’t give me a

no.” Linda hurriedly shook her head and said.

A man?

a moment and her face darkened. “Could it be Bettany. called others

nodded. “Ms. Fulham has always been restless. She’s already pregnant, but she

Eudora said impatiently. ‘She’s just a weak girl. Her parents don’t care about her.

in a sepulchral tone. “Keep an ey on her.

in response

and looked downstairs in a daze.

and her skin was as flawless and delicate

thighs stood out, a stark contrast against her purity.

the door open and close

that someone had entered. Bettany’s body stiffened for a moment, and a trace of fear flashed across her

the wheelchair rubbing against the floor was like a death sentence. Bettany finally couldn’t take it anymore.

was too flustered and knocked over the breakfast on the table beside her. The soft cereal was instantly

like a child who had

were filled

anger. Although he was as expressionless as ever,

since he found out that Bettany was pregnant yesterday, a faint smile had been

breakfast on the table,

in his dark eyes, making

“You didn’t eat?”

like a wolf

moment.

said, trembling. “I… I

maliciousness. He raised his hand, grabbed the milk on the table,

cut Bettany’s jaw, and she

saw this, and his right hand grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair tightly as if he wanted to crush it.

low voice, “I’ll get Linda to make another breakfast.”

“I–I’ll eat it all.”

at the scratch on

on his back. When he left, she instantly collapsed to the ground., regardless of the glass shards on the ground.

to feel the pain in

kind of felt