Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 299

Olivia had never enjoyed competitions. She disliked it.

She liked to be the referee. She could decide the outcome.

She could even set the rules.

Olivia had no interest in competing with Brad. She wanted to be the referee. She would decide Brad’s

fate.

In the past, Olivia could not be bothered with Brad. However, he was the one who provoked her first.

Olivia had to retaliate.

After accompanying Mrs. Sullivan for a week, Olivia successfully won her over. Mrs. Sullivan grabbed

Olivia’s hand every time. She was regretful that she did not have such a considerate daughter like

Olivia.

Occasionally, when Mrs. Sullivan was alone at night, she would feel that she had. not lived fully.

Why did she not have a daughter?

Back then, how could she have been blinded and only focused on Brad? She even postponed her plan

to get pregnant until seven or eight years later.

She might have given birth to a thoughtful daughter like Olivia.

Although she was not angry at Brad, Mrs. Sullivan felt a little regretful when she thought about it,

She sighed.

She wanted Olivia to be her daughter.

She wondered why Olivia was not born as her daughter.

It was clear that Olivia had won Mrs Sullivan’s heart.

On the other hand, Brad was also sighing.

Recalling how Mrs. Sullivan had changed over the past few days, Brad felt he had lured a wolf into his

house.

Why did he ask Olivia to come over to train under Mrs. Sullivan? Why did he ask her to come to their

residence?

He was the one who brought it upon himself.

Brad wanted to cry. He regretted what he did.

However, he was not someone to be easily defeated. He was only upset for a moment before he

started devising again.

Mrs. Sullivan was his trump card. Everything depended on Mrs. Sullivan.

Therefore, he definitely could not lose this trump card!

Brad thought about the meals Olivia made for Mrs. Sullivan.

He was sure cooking was a piece of cake.

Brad made a decision. He would wake up early the next day to make breakfast for Mrs. Sullivan. It

would show his filial piety.

Brad felt that he had an obvious advantage over Olivia. Older people often

thought it was mandatory to have their daughters–in–law prepare meals for them. It would be rare for

someone to cook for their sister–in–law.

Brad did not sleep. He sat in front of the computer and looked through various menus for breakfast the

next day.

He had decided on what he would make. Mushroom soup and waffles.

Brad woke up early. He woke up at four in the morning. He went to the kitchen. and instructed the chef

and servants inside.

The mushrooms had to be chunky. All other ingredients also had to be fresh and top–notch.

He would not accept any subpar ingredients.

There were five or six people in the kitchen. Chef Waynes was so busy that he did not have time to

have breakfast.

When Olivia arrived at six o’clock, Brad had already prepared the mushroom soup as planned.

Brad leaned against the door and looked at Olivia smugly. “I’ll be in charge of breakfast this morning.”

He could also do such things to please Mrs. Sullivan.

Olivia was not the only one.

He was proud to snatch Olivia’s job of making breakfast. There was nothing she could do about it.

Brad was sure that Mrs. Sullivan would be touched after waking up to see the breakfast he had

prepared.

He imagined Mrs. Sullivan’s expression. He also imagined how Olivia would sulk.

Brad was proud of himself.

It would be a heavy blow to Olivia. Olivia would not dare to be so arrogant in the future.

Olivia only tilted her head and glanced at the kitchen before leaving the dining. room. She said

indifferently, “Since you’re here, I’ll go back.”

Brad was stunned.

She retreated easily. She did not even argue with him.

Brad was shocked. He could not help but size up Olivia. He realized her gaze was calm. There was no

dissatisfaction or anger on her face. There was not even a hint of mockery.

the was pushed

The more Brad thought about it the more he frowned.

It was hard to understand va

Tystans on the second floor. Mrs Sullivan woke up early. She was wearing pasansas while practicing

the breathing techniques that Olivia taught her. Not only was the breathing technique easy to practice,

but she noticed herself becoming more alert these days after practicing it for just a few days.

Mrs. Sullivan felt hungry after she was done with the first round of practice. She quickly washed up and

changed her clothes.

A servant came in to help her. Seeing that Mrs. Sullivan was in a good mood, she could not help but

ask curiously, “Mrs. Sullivan, is there a happy occasion today?” Mrs. Sullivan smiled and glanced at

her. “You are sharp. You noticed it”

The servant smiled. “I’ve been with you for years”

“Yes, time flies.” Mrs. Sullivan nodded. She said excitedly. “Olivia said she would make me chocolate

croissants this morning. I’ve been looking forward to them all night.

“Chocolate croissants” The servant’s expression changed.

Mrs. Sullivan could tell something was amiss. She immediately frowned. “What’s wrong?”

The servant smiled awkwardly. “You’ll know when we’re at the dining table.” Brad had long gathered the

servants and said that he wanted to give Mrs. Sullivan a surprise. He wanted them all to keep the

secret and not say a word.

Hence, the servant did not say a word. She remembered Brad’s instructions,

Mrs. Sullivan went to the third floor. She wanted to find Andrew and bring him downstairs.

Andrew was painting. When he saw his grandmother, he pounced on her happily. He asked. “Why are

you here?”

Mrs. Sullivan kissed her grandson’s tender face. “Andrew, let’s head downstairs for breakfast now.

Olivia is making us chocolate croissants for breakfast. Let’s go. enjoy them.”

“That’s great.” Andrew was overjoyed to hear what his grandmother said. He was feeling hungry.

Moreover, he liked Olivia’s cooking the most.

Unfortunately, Olivia usually did not make much. Both his grandmother and he only had small servings

whenever Olivia cooked. They always did not have enough of her food.

“Why doesn’t she make more?” Andrew was frustrated. He complained to his grandmother.

Seeing her grandson’s response, Mrs. Sullivan smiled. She replied to him dotingly.

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“Olivia isn’t a chef. She has a lot of things to do. How can she cook so many dishes? Don’t you like

Chef Waynes’s dishear

Andrew nodded and sighed. “I used to like his dishes, but I don’t like them any more now. He made it

clear that his favorite cook was Olivia.

Mrs. Sullivan laughed uncontrollably. She pointed at Andrew and said, “You linde guy, you are so

fussy.”

The servant stood at the side and listened to them praise Olivia’s cooking. She was

very curious.

Was Ms. Taylor better at cooking than Chef Waynes?

It sounded unbelievable. Chef Waynes’s cooking skills were already top notch.

In the dining room downstairs. Brad was ready.

He got someone to place the breakfast he made on the table. The rest of the breakfast made by Chef

Waynes was left in the kitchen and would be served later.

Looking at the breakfast on the dining table, Brad was proud.

He was sure Mrs. Sullivan would be touched at the sight of the breakfast he prepared personally.

He could not wait to see how touched she would be.

“Where is she?” Brad asked a servant beside him.

The servant replied, “She is already downstairs. She’ll be here soon.”

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