Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 240

These days, Gillian was too afraid to go out. She had been locking herself in her room and spending

her days and nights in a daze.

Occasionally, when the phone rang, it would startle her.

Jarron asked her what was wrong, but she did not say anything. She just looked at the sky with a blank

expression.

After a while, the phone rang again.

Gillian glanced at the caller ID. It was Yvonne.

Due to her inner turmoil, she was hesitant to answer the call.

After the phone rang for a long time, she carefully reached out and picked it up. “Hello…”

She had only said one word when Yvonne streamed angrily at her from the other end. “Gillian, you’re

fucking messing with me! You gave me some incomplete prescriptions and made a fool out of me in

front of the vice president. You even implicated Jack.”

Yvonne was so angry that her body kept trembling.

“Well, Gillian Dale, you’re quite something.

“You handed me a bunch of incomplete prescriptions, and this garbage was posted on the Internet

more than ten years ago.

“It could be found with a simple search online.

“Online?” Gillian was perplexed.

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“Cut your pretense!” Yvonne’s jaw tightened. “Don’t tell me you haven’t seen Olivia’s blog. Even if you

haven’t, many people have reposted it online. The prescriptions you gave me were published by her on

the Internet over ten years ago.”

“Impossible!” Gillian exclaimed and hurriedly hung up the phone to search for Olivia’s blog.

As expected, it had been posted more than a decade ago.

Gillian was dumbfounded.

She called Olivia’s number in a hurry, but no one answered the phone.

Gillian refused to give up. From morning until evening, she had been persistently calling Olivia

hundreds of times.

Finally, the call was picked up.

Olivia had just come out of the laboratory when she saw that there were numerous missed calls on her

phone from Gillian.

She knitted her brows and picked it up.

“Olivia, did you… did you publish the prescriptions?” Gillian looked as if she had gone insane. “Those

are the Smith family’s secret prescriptions. How could you publish them just like that? Does Grandpa

know?”

“Not this again.”

Olivia sighed and said. “Who told you the Smith family has secret prescriptions?

“What’s wrong with you guys? You all think the same. When has Grandpa ever said that the Smith

family had a secret prescription?”

After a busy day with no time for lunch, Olivia was too tired to keep her emotions in check. “Can you

think about what a normal person will think? What era are you from? Do you think we’re living in

ancient times, passing down knowledge from father to son, teacher to disciples?

“We’re living in the 21st century, Gillian. Please use your brain. If the Smith family has a secret

prescription, why didn’t they apply for a patent and make it available to the public? Why keep it? For a

rainy day?”

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Olivia was furious and frustrated when talking about that.

In the past, Gillian had asked her multiple times about the secret prescriptions. She had explained over

and over again that the Smith family did not have any secret prescriptions.

However, Gillian just wouldn’t believe it.

“Why do you think the Smith family has a secret prescription?” Olivia sat on the chair with a cold

expression. “What exactly is going on in your brain? You keep fantasizing about all sorts of weird

things, -like secret prescriptions and the strategy book that can develop wisdom?”

Gillian mumbled, “Grandpa told me that.”

She remembered that in the past, her illness would be cured very quickly after eating something. Her

grandfather told her that it was the Smith family’s secret prescription and asked her to keep it

confidential

There was also the strategy book. Her grandfather had said that Olivia studied the book, which was

why she was so smart.

After hearing Gillian’s words, Olivia fell silent for a long time.

Then, she finally spoke, “Grandpa also said that if you don’t sleep, the baboons will eat you. He also

said that Cinderella has glass slippers and that Tooth Fairy will visit you while you’re sleeping if you

place your baby tooth under the pillow. Why don’t you believe in all of these?”

Those words were meant to coax children. Gillian was almost 30 years old, so how could she not

differentiate between reality and fantasy?

The truth was she was paranoid and blinded by jealousy, only choosing to believe what benefited her.

Gillian pinched the tassel charm on the phone and asked “Then what about seared salmon with herbed

couscous? If there’s no secret recipe, where did this dish come from?”

“Ah.” Olivia leaned back in her chair and curled her lips into a self–mocking smile. “You’d rather believe

that there’s a fictitious formula than accept that I specially made that dish for you?”

There were some things that Olivia did not want to emphasize because she didn’t want Gillian to think

that she was seeking gratitude.

Hence, instead of saying more about the dish, Olivia only asked calmly, “If there was a secret recipe,

wouldn’t Grandpa give it to you?”

Without any more words, Olivia simply said, “Take care of yourself,” and decisively hung up the phone.