Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde

Chapter 313

When they got into the car, Olivia asked Elena, “When does the competition

start?”

Elena was very professional and immediately said, “The competition starts at 9 o’clock and ends at 11

o’clock. After that, it’s time for the judges to comment. You’re a specially invited judge. You don’t have

to review every piece of work. You just need to comment on the final 10 pieces of work. According to

the practice of the previous competitions, the specially invited judge will comment at around 2 p.m.”

Olivia nodded and said decisively, “Go reply that I’ll be there by 1:30 p.m.”

At the entrance of the art gallery, seeing Olivia leave with her own eyes, Doris patted her chest and

heaved a long sigh of relief.

She was finally gone!

Although Doris did not know who Olivia was, the fact that Olivia could come to the art gallery today

meant that she was related to the Painting Association. She assumed that Olivia was either a member

of the Painting Association or an assistant of the association.

Doris calculated the time in her heart. The ten works that were selected would be announced at two in

the afternoon. After that, it would be time for the specially invited judges to comment on them.

When it was two o’clock, the outcome would be set. Even if Olivia did not like her, it would not change

the outcome.

Moreover, Olivia might just be a nobody in the Painting Association. She might not even have a say

Doris was strengthless. She took the elevator upstairs. When she reached the door, she bumped into

the girl sitting in front of her. Her aunt was a member of the Painting Association.

Seeing this, Doris went over enthusiastically and took the girl’s arm, inquiring about something.

“A twenty–four or twenty–five–year–old girl?” The girl frowned. “I don’t think so. The youngest female

member of the Painting Association is Jeanne. There’s no one younger than her.”

“Oh.” Doris was overjoyed. However, to be safe, she asked again, “What about people around the

same age? Any assistants?”

“No.” The girl said, shaking her head, “The threshold for joining the Painting Association is rather high.

How can there be so many young people?”

Hearing this, Doris was completely relieved.

It turned out that Olivia was nothing. Doris thought that she was some big shot. It

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turned out to be a false alarm.

At the Dillon family.

After the servant, Linda Wale, hung up the phone, she thought about it and felt uneasy, so she reported

this matter to Eudora Dillon.

“Madam, someone just called and asked to speak to Ms. Fulham.”

“It’s still that Doris?” Eudora frowned. “She just won’t give me a break.”

“No, no.” Linda hurriedly shook her head and said. “It’s not Doris. It’s a man.”

A man?

Eudora pondered for a moment and her face darkened. “Could it be Bettany. called others again?”

Linda nodded. “Ms. Fulham has always been restless. She’s already pregnant, but she can’t just stay

at home and always thinks about leaving us.

“Forget about her. Eudora said impatiently. ‘She’s just a weak girl. Her parents don’t care about her.

Who else can she count on?”

At this point. Eudora glanced at Linda and said in a sepulchral tone. “Keep an ey on her. Make sure

she gives birth to this child.”

Linda hummed in response and left.

Upstairs. Bettany sat by the window and looked downstairs in a daze.

She was completely naked, and her skin was as flawless and delicate as snow porcelain, like a

porcelain doll.

However, the purplish–purple strangulation marks on her waist and thighs stood out, a stark contrast

against her purity.

Bettany heard the door open and close behind her.

Sensing that someone had entered. Bettany’s body stiffened for a moment, and a trace of fear flashed

across her eyes.

The sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the floor was like a death sentence. Bettany finally

couldn’t take it anymore. Before the wheelchair approached, she got up and ran towards the door.

Unfortunately, she was too flustered and knocked over the breakfast on the table beside her. The soft

cereal was instantly scattered all over the ground.

Seeing this, Bettany became even more flustered, like a child who had made a mistake.

Her eyes were filled with panic.

When Marcus entered, his expression didn’t register anger. Although he was as expressionless as

ever, the corners of his mouth were curled up slightly.

Ever since he found out that Bettany was pregnant yesterday, a faint smile had been hanging on the

corner of his mouth.

However, when he saw the untouched breakfast on the table, his good mood was instantly spoiled.

A violent storm brewed in his dark eyes, making one tremble in fear.

“You didn’t eat?”

Marcus fixed his eyes on Bettany, like a wolf that was about to attack at any

moment.

Bettany said, trembling. “I… I can’t eat.”

“Can’t eat? I think you don’t want to eat!” Marcus sneered. His beautiful eyes were filled with

maliciousness. He raised his hand, grabbed the milk on the table, and smashed it on the ground.

The shattered glass cut Bettany’s jaw, and she hissed in pain.

A wisp of vexation flashed in Marcus’s eyes when he saw this, and his right hand grabbed the armrest

of the wheelchair tightly as if he wanted to crush it.

He lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, “I’ll get Linda to make another breakfast.”

Bettany nodded timidly. “I–I’ll eat it all.”

These words seemed to please Marcus. His cold expression softened. He looked up at the scratch on

Bettany’s chin for a while before turning around and driving the wheelchair away.

Bettany’s eyes were lingering on his back. When he left, she instantly collapsed to the ground.,

regardless of the glass shards on the ground.

She did not seem to feel the pain in her body. She only felt a little itchy.

It kind of felt good.

How strange. She actually didn’t feel any pain.

Bettany picked up a large glass fragment curiously and gestured at the artery on

her wrist.

She had an impulse to cut her wrist, but when she thought of the previous two suicides, fear flashed

across her eyes.

No, no, she couldn’t kill herself!

In the Dillon Manor, with a fully equipped medical team at all times, she would not die. Not only would

she not die, but she would also face Marcus’s even more ferocious abuse.

Thinking of Marcus, Bettany cowered, her eyes filled with despair.

That man was too terrifying. He was astonishingly handsome, but he was as cold as a demon.

Bettany still remembered the first time she saw him. The brilliant sunlight shone. on his face, making

his already sharp–featured face even more dazzling, like a celestial being.

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She had never seen such a good looking man in her life.

But immediately after, while she was still stunned, her gaze landed on his suff and weak legs.

Then, her eyes darkened. Bettany felt a little sorry that such a good–looking man was mobility–

impaired.

After rejecting his engagement, Bettany thought that she would never have anything to do with him

again in her life.

Unexpectedly, a fire destroyed her painting, burned her right hand, and ruined

her life.

She was sent to Marcus’s bed and became his exclusive woman.

She was being tortured and humiliated in all sorts of ways, and once she showed any signs of being

disobedient or escaping, she would receive even more intense humiliation.

This man used all kinds of methods to torture and humiliate her.

He made her life a living hell.