Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 361

The cancer drug was actually developed a long time ago, and they had done several clinical trials on it. But it was never announced. Now seemed like a good time to do it.

To be honest, it was a bit unfair of Olivia to canvass votes like that.

It was a sure win tactic.

Elena was even more ecstatic than Olivia as she watched the soaring number of votes. She cheered and screamed, unable to keep still.

As Olivia’s votes reached a new high, the Manson family started to rally for her and even publicly congratulated her for her success in developing the cancer drug.

Elena found the Manson family hilarious.

What a fool they had made themselves into.

Elena turned to Olivia and asked curiously, “Miss Taylor, did you plan this from the beginning?”

Olivia was sitting at the dining table drinking her milk. Her arm rested on the table, revealing her slender wrist. Her posture was elegant and alluring.

She had the noble air of aristocracy around her

Elena was dumbstruck with one glance.

Olivia was a real beauty.

“What plan?” Olivia lowered her eyes and put down the cup. Then, she picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth causally. Her nonchalant attitude broke that air of aristocracy she possessed earlier. She looked like a high and mighty loyalty now.

She was charismatic without even trying

Elena tightened her back. She subconsciously straightened herself and sat upright.

And like an elementary school student, she placed her hands on her thighs.

The cancer drug.” Elena probed. “Did you plan this a long time ago? To use the drug to canvass votes.” “No.” Olivia lowered her head and began peeling the eggshell. She continued in an indifferent tone. “I just feel that it is time we announce it. It just happens to coincide with the competition.”

She would not waste her time bothering with the Mason family. It was just a coincidence.

And, Olivia would not prematurely announce the results of the research just to canvass for votes.

They had been producing results for many years. When they were finally ready, it was time for the competition, too.

“Coincidence?” Elena was a little confused. She continued, asking, “If the painting competition had been two months later and the drug had already been announced, what would you have done?”

There’s still Nimbus Gaze. It is about time we announce that, too,” Olivia was focused on peeling the eggs and did not even look up.

painting competition been held next year, and you had already announced the cancer drug and Nimbus Gaze, what would you do then?”

the smart bot project.” Olivia took

questions affected her mood and

her hand and tapped on her phone twice. She pulled out a list of projects that

to Elena. “Te your pick. Stop asking

Miss Taylor is the dean of Capitol Research Institute. She is the

Miss Taylor and asking so

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the venue of the painting competition. There, she received. her award and came straight back

the trophy and asked. “Miss Taylor, where should we

it in the storeroom.”

her attitude. She could not care less

the Gram family’s residence.

sitting on the bed and reading the news

topped the chart of trending searches. It was even highlighted in

conceited and saying that the painting competition

a small matter

like a small matter as compared to the

felt that she was of the same caliber as

felt that it was impossible to

hard to

a while before she came

herself that it did not matter. She and Olivia were two

become the best painter in the future. They would still

when she thought of

With

to the studio to draw. She picked up the brush and began to sketch Olivia’s work, Guardian”

Bettany tilted her head and began to study the

better she felt. A surge of courage

you”

with a bowl. “Miss Fulham,

the soup

Alexander has specially instructed the kitchen staff to prepare this for you.” Rachel placed the bowl on the table. “Mr. Alexander knows that you are not in good health, so he specially

nutritious ingredients which are not readily available in the country. Most of what is available has been sent to you, Mr. Alexander

Bettany’s mouth curled up. She picked up the soup and took a sip. She frowned

It’s too sweet.”

and instructed, “Ask the kitchen to make another bowl. Don’t

it so sweet.

“It’s not sweet at all.” She