Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 253

Olivia was listening for fun. She was not very interested in other people’s gossip.

Unexpectedly, the main character of the gossip came to visit that night.

She was a very agile girl.

Bettany was stunned for a second when she saw Olivia.

She smiled. “Good evening. I guess you’re Doris’s sister, Olivia? I’m Bettany, Doris’s classmate.”

Olivia nodded. “Are you looking for Doris? She’s upstairs.”

Hearing this, Bettany looked at the stairs, and a look of desire flashed across her eyes.

However, she restrained herself and shook her head. “I’m not going up. I’ll leave Doris to finish her work for the painting competition.”

The painting competition?

Olivia was stunned for a second. How did Bettany know about the painting competition?

According to Megan, this was a niche competition. It was an internal competition organized by the Painting Association.

It was mainly held to choose disciples.

In other words, the result of the competition was not the point. What mattered was whether any teacher took a fancy to the participant’s work and took him in as a disciple.

Seeing Olivia’s confusion, Bettany explained, “I’ve read Doris’s Facebook status.”

Facebook status?

When Olivia heard these two words, she immediately realized she had been blocked and could not check Doris’s Facebook status.

Bettany handed the phone over and gestured for Olivia to take a look.

It was all Doris’s Facebook updates.

Not only did Olivia see the status of her participation in the competition, but she also read another update about color mixing.

[Some people didn’t know shit but told you what to do like a know–it–all. She was a sandwich maker the other day and now acts like a painter who knows how to mix colors. By the way, does anyone know what the color grayish–orange is?]

Olivia’s gaze swept across it indifferently.

The expression on her face did not change, but her understanding of Doris deepened.

These words of mockery and contempt did not hurt Olivia.

However, it could tell the character of the person who spoke.

Undoubtedly, Doris was superficial and inferior.

Olivia returned the phone to Bettany and asked her what she came for.

Bettany was carrying a lot of things in her arms.

She handed one of the notebooks to Olivia. “Olivia, this is my experience in many years of painting and color mixing. It’s not as good as the professional, but it should be helpful. Please give it to Doris for me.

I hope it can be of some help to her.”

“And this.” Bettany rubbed the painting in her arms. “I painted this. I hope Doris can on it.” After she finished speaking, she seemed to have recalled Doris’s personality.

A hint of sadness flashed across Bettany’s face. “Doris probably doesn’t have time. Well, forget about it.”

Olivia was not a warm–hearted person. When she heard Bettany say this, she nodded.

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She took over the notebook and went upstairs.

Hearing the footsteps coming from the stairs, Doris looked impatient. She barely suppressed her frustration and said in a deep voice, “Olivia, you’re distracting me. Stop walking around. This competition means a lot to me.”

Oh, did it mean a lot to her?

Olivia did not think so.

She knew nothing about painting, but she could feel that Doris’s work was far from good.

Olivia handed the notebook to Doris and said, “Bettany told me to give you this. It’s some of her color mixing summaries. She hopes they’ll be helpful to you.”

Doris sneered.

She casually took it over and threw it on the desk without even flipping through it.

Bettany was just a junior high school student. What made her think she could give her advice?

Doris was afraid that Bettany would mislead her.

“Don’t bring these over again.” Doris was unhappy.

Olivia looked up and glanced at Doris.

Her gaze was indifferent, cold, and clear, but for some reason, Doris felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Her fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Doris moved her lips. She wanted to say something but could not speak a single word, no matter how hard she tried.

By the time she had fully recovered, Olivia had already left with the notebook.

“What the hell!” Doris was so mad that she kicked the table.

Olivia came down with the notebook and took it back to Bettany.

Bettany’s home was across the street and very close.

In less than two minutes, she arrived.

When she entered, she saw no one in the house.

“Hello? Is anybody home?” Olivia put the notebook on the table.

At this moment, a panicked voice came from the door, and Talia ran out immediately afterward.

Her face was deadly pale, and she looked a little panicked.

When she saw Olivia, she was stunned for a second before saying, “You’re from the Taylor family across the street, right? Can I get you something?”

Olivia’s gaze stopped on Talia for two seconds, and she looked around imperceptibly. Finally, she pointed at the notebook on the table and said, “This is Bettany’s notebook. I brought it back to her.”

“Oh, okay.” Talia nodded hurriedly and started to show her the door. “Alright, I see. Thank you. If there’s nothing else, see you around.”

Olivia walked towards the door. With her hand on the doorknob, she was halfway through the door when she suddenly turned around and whispered, “Mrs. Fulham, is there someone else in your house?”

Talia had chills all over and could not stop shaking in fear.

She wanted to deny it, but she was mentally weak. It seemed it took her forever to speak out a word. Olivia frowned and took out her phone, trying to call the police.

As soon as she entered the house, Olivia noticed something was off. There were three shadows at the door of the small room inside.

One of the shadows was sitting on the ground. Judging from its height and compared to the other two shadows, it should be leaning against something behind it.

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Olivia was very vigilant.

Telling from the painting at the door of the small room, there was also a broken piece of porcelain. She almost immediately determined a fact.

Something had happened to Bettany!

Therefore, she pretended that nothing had happened and walked to open the door and expose everything.

As expected, when she took out her phone and tried to call the police, Talia immediately freaked out and hurriedly said, “No, no, what are you doing? There are no outsiders in the house. It’s Bettany’s father.” Saying it, Talia quickly turned around and gestured for Tucker to come out. “Tucker, come out quickly.” Following Talia’s call, a middle–aged man in a suit and leather shoes walked out of the small room. The man did not look handsome and had slightly grown stout. However, his successful career gave him the confidence and domineering aura of a successful man. He was charming in a way.

Tucker was much calmer than Talia. He even had a smile on his face, looking like a smiling tiger in the business world.

“Young lady, you’ve misunderstood. I’m Bettany’s father. I’m here to see her. I’m not a bad person.”

“That’s right. Bettany’s father isn’t a bad person. Talia echoed Tucker’s words and even walked to Tucker’s side, looking like she trusted and relied on him.

Olivia frowned slightly. She shifted her gaze to look at the shadow at the door of the small room and asked, “Then why is Bettany sitting on the ground?”

“Sitting on the ground?” Tucker did not understand why Olivia asked that.

Olivia tilted her head and gestured for them to look over.

Then, she said firmly, “You drugged her. What are you going to do? Are you going to sell her?”

Talia was not a mentally strong person. When she heard this, she freaked out. “How did you know? Did you see it?”

“Shut up!” Tucker scolded.

He felt this woman could not be more stupid, wondering how she could admit it when others just said it without proof.

He turned around and looked at Olivia gloomily. His tone was threatening. “Young lady, don’t be a busybody!”

Was he threatening her?

Olivia was the least afraid of threats. If the other side spoke nicely to her, she might compromise.

She would never compromise if she were threatened.

Olivia did not even bother to pay attention to Tucker. She directly pushed the door open and left.

When she reached the street, she called out to the police officer who had rushed over excitedly to the Taylor family for sandwiches but ended in disappointment, “Officer, I need help!” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Tucker, who was inside the room, witnessed everything. He was so angry that he clenched his fists and slammed them on the counter.

The counter was covered with tempered glass.

He punched the counter, but it didn’t move or wasn’t damaged at all. On the contrary, he was in so much pain that he stomped his feet.

Damn it! He was so pissed.