Billionaire’s Missing Darling

Chapter 35

On the way back, Olivia was lost in thought the whole time.

Susan, who was driving in front, glanced at her through the rearview mirror a few times.

“Olivia is indeed a great genius, and she is so beautiful,” she thought, noticing how Olivia’s contemplative expression was still so attractive.

Susan couldn’t help but sneak more glances. On her third look, Olivia suddenly turned her head and reminded her, “Focus on driving.”

“Oh.” Susan straightened her posture like a good kid and began to drive attentively, keeping an eye on all directions.

By the time Olivia left the Sullivan family’s residence, it was already 4 o’clock in the afternoon. Since it was quite far from the school and the traffic was congested, it had taken them half an hour to cover only half the distance.

Leaning against the back seat, Olivia lowered her head slightly and picked up the pendant with her fingers.

Her fingers were slender, and they were just as beautiful as the gold pendant she was holding.

The cat’s paw pendant was familiar to her, as if she had seen it in her memories before. Olivia had a good memory and seldom forgot things she had seen. But strangely, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t recall where she had seen this cat’s paw pendant before.

She pinched the pendant and lightly rubbed her fingertip over the word “Luna” engraved on it. The coincidences in this world were genuinely baffling.

She had actually kept a cat named Luna during her childhood. Olivia closed her eyes, lost in thought. There seemed to be many connections between the Sullivan family and her, but she couldn’t find any trace of information about the Sullivan family in her mind. After contemplating for a while, she started to get a headache. Olivia quickly pressed her temples, not daring to think any further.

Sensing that Olivia’s expression was off, Susan glanced at her again. In that split–second distraction, their car bumped into the back of a Land Rover in front of them.

Luckily, both vehicles were luxury cars, and their speeds weren’t high. The collision didn’t cause significant damage; the cars just jolted slightly. Susan immediately stopped the car and hurriedly got out to handle the situation.

“Hey, how were you driving? Did your eyes grow on your buttocks?” A woman with a gorgeous face stepped out of the front car.

She was undoubtedly beautiful, but her attitude was quite haughty. Susan’s initially flustered and apologetic expression turned cold. While she might act like a cute little fan of Olivia’s in front of her, she was chosen to be Olivia’s life assistant from among many candidates, indicating she was pretty experienced in handling different situations.

Olivia got out of the car and closed the door gently to avoid disturbing Olivia.

Then, she looked at the positions of the two collided cars and spoke calmly, “You forced your way in.”

The accident wasn’t actually Susan’s fault. It was the other driver who forcefully changed lanes and inserted their car into her lane.

“See?” The beautiful woman patted her car’s hood. “My car was already in front. You rear–ended me.”

“Rear–ended?” Susan chuckled. “Will someone rear–end hit the back door

of the car in front?”

“Oh, you have a sharp tongue.” The beautiful woman scrutinized her from top to bottom and then glanced at the Bentley behind her with a hint of disdain.

Driving such an expensive car while not wearing any luxury brands. made the lady clear that the car didn’t belong to her.

A young girl driving a luxury car that wasn’t hers could only fall into two categories.

She was either a chauffeur or a kept woman.

Being a chauffeur was unlikely. The people who owned old–fashioned cars were generally older and wouldn’t hire a young girl as a chauffeur. Seeing that this girl was somewhat good–looking, the lady concluded she was a kept woman.

With this thought in mind, the beautiful woman’s expression turned even more disdainful. She was already impatient to talk to Susan, so she took out her phone to call someone to handle the situation.

Just as she picked up her phone, a graceful woman got out of the Land Rover in front of them and stopped her. “Mary, it’s okay.”

The beauty called Mary turned to look at her and frowned slightly, somewhat unwillingly. “What are you coming down for? I can handle this.”

Susan was standing between the two cars, taking photos as evidence with her phone. She was momentarily surprised when she saw the woman getting out of the vehicle in front. She stared at her for a while before cautiously opening her mouth. “Ms. Taylor?”

“Do you know me?” Emma was surprised.

To be a competent assistant, Susan had done thorough preparations, including knowing detailed information about the members of the Taylor family. She had seen pictures of Emma but hadn’t met her in person, so she wasn’t sure.

Now, hearing her confirmation, she dared to assert.

It was really Emma.

What a coincidence!

Susan subconsciously looked at the spot where Olivia was sitting in the Bentley.

She heard a faint sound Olivia had rolled down the car window.

—

Emma followed Susan’s gaze and saw Olivia in the back seat.

“Olivia?” This time, she was even more astonished.

Susan rushed over to Olivia’s side and introduced herself, “My surname is Cooper, and I’m Olivia’s assistant.”

Emma’s gaze briefly rested on her face before momentarily lingering on the Bentley emblem. She then smiled gently, “What a coincidence. Turns out it’s my sister here.”

She then pulled Mary and said, “It’s our fault this time. We changed lanes too abruptly. Hope that Olivia doesn’t mind. I’ll have this car fixed for you.”

Olivia’s head was still throbbing, and she wasn’t in the mood to chat with Emma. She nodded slightly in response and gestured for Susan to get back in the car.

“We’re leaving. Goodbye.”

After speaking, the car window slowly closed in front of everyone. Olivia didn’t even bother getting out of the car and exchanging pleasantries. Emma and Mary got back in the car. A round–faced beauty in the passenger seat was excited. “Emma, that was Olivia, right? She’s pretty good–looking, but she’s a bit aloof.”

Mary scoffed. “Such a pretentious girl. Let me tell you, those people from humble backgrounds put on a cold front to hide their insecurities. They act aloof to cover up their inner inferiority complex.”

The round–faced beauty nodded vigorously. “Exactly! They feel so good about themselves, thinking they’ve done nothing wrong. But in reality, they come across as unapproachable. They lack the grace and openness of a young lady from a well–to–do family.”

She then turned to Emma in the back seat. “Did you see that car? A Bentley! Wow, she’s truly risen in the world. She was relying on public transport just a few days ago, and now she’s driving a Bentley. But…” She changed her tone, glancing through the window several times, “This car doesn’t seem new. Did your family get her a used car?”

Hearing this, Emma also looked over, her eyebrows slightly furrowed. “My mom gave her a Ferrari.”

“What model?” The round–faced beauty knew about cars. “This Bentley is a Mulsanne, worth over 1 million dollars.”

“Roma,” Emma replied. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Roma is around four hundred thousand dollars. Not as fancy as the Mulsanne,” the round–faced girl commented. “But this Bentley looks too old–fashioned. It doesn’t seem like something a girl would drive. Why did your family give her such an old car? Could it be…”

She seemed to have thought of something and chuckled. “Could it be that Olivia only cares about money? She picks whichever car is more expensive?”

“What a bumpkin.” Mary mocked.