Billionaire’s Missing Darling by Theresa Wilde - Season 2 Episode 15

Olivia’s remark was akin to a drop of water hitting a sizzling hot pan of oil. It created an immediate and explosive reaction, scattering shock and surprise throughout the room.

Gasps, murmurs, and startled expressions spread like wildfire through the crowd.

Diners who frequented the Smith Cuisine Hall were affluent people, including many influential businessmen. They held the cuisine in the restaurant in high regard.

They especially loved the restaurant’s signature dish, seared salmon with herbed couscous, a nourishing and delicious dish.

Some customers consumed the dish to regulate their bodies and found it to have excellent effects on their health.

They immediately frowned when they heard Olivia’s comment that the dish was not good. However, they did not want to say anything unpleasant due to their high standing in society. It was apparent that they were displeased. Their expressions conveyed an unspoken consensus of disdain for her.

The more outspoken customers mocked, “What an ignorant girl. Where did she come from? How dare she criticize the food at the Smith Cuisine Hall? What a joke.”

“She’s just trying to seek attention by pretending to be knowledgeable about the food in the Smith Cuisine Hall. She wants to prove that she is different to attain a fleeting moment of fame. She doesn’t know anything

at all.”

Some of them glared at Olivia. “This woman is not bad–looking. She’s probably a mistress. Her sugar daddy must have brought her here. She thinks she can behave arrogantly just because she has a rich man as backing.”

“That must be it. Such a woman only knows how to sell her body. She is lacking in social manners and doesn’t know how to appreciate the food at the Smith Cuisine Hall.”

Soon, the discussion became more heated. They ignored Olivia and continued to comment at the top of their voices.

In the beginning, the head chef, Cynthia Brown, was infuriated at Olivia’s

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unfavorable comments about her food. When she heard what the crowd said, she felt vindicated. A self–satisfied smirk appeared on her face.

She sat back in her chair and tapped her index finger knuckle on the table. The chatter gradually subsided as a hush fell over the crowd. Cynthia looked at Olivia with contempt. “Ms. Taylor, is this your first time here?”

Olivia nodded. This was indeed her first time at the Smith Cuisine Hall. Cynthia regarded Olivia with a disdainful glare. “This must be the first time eating this dish. Am I right?”

Olivia did not nod. She leaned back in her chair and folded her arms, looking calm.

Cynthia frowned. She sensed an extraordinary yet familiar aura from Olivia. Her indifference and confidence were very similar to Isaac, whom she revered.

However, she swiftly dismissed that thought. Isaac was a renowned doctor who was well respected by the rich and powerful. How could she compare someone like Olivia to him?

Cynthia shook the thought away and refused to entertain that notion. She must be overthinking.

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After gathering her thoughts, she looked icily at Olivia and sneered, “It’s no surprise since you are raised with a lowly upbringing. You didn’t up in the Taylor family. You’re used to plain, home–cooked meals. How dare you criticize the delicacies here with your unrefined palate? Who do you think you are? Are you fit to eat the food here?”

She stood up and looked down at Olivia arrogantly. “An unsophisticated like you are not worthy to eat the dishes in the Smith Cuisine Hall. Guys, remove all the dishes. Also…”

She paused and looked at Olivia with a spiteful gleam in her eyes. “Hang a sign at the door stating that Olivia Taylor and dogs are not allowed to enter this place.”

After saying that, the crowd instantly burst into laughter. Someone even applauded Cynthia. “Chef Brown is really clever. That’s right. This is how we should deal with crude people like her. I agree with Chef Brown. Going forward, all hotels under my name will bear the same sign as Chef Brown’s restaurant.”

“Me too. I’ll do the same.”

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“Count me in.”

The atmosphere in the dining hall became more intense. In just 15 minutes, more than 10 restaurants and hotels indicated they would hang the same sign as the Smith Cuisine Hall.

Just then, Daniel returned to the restaurant. He was holding Andrew’s hand. When he first stepped into the restaurant, his eyes widened, as if he had stumbled upon something utterly unexpected and baffling.

He was wearing a meticulously tailored suit of an Italian artisanal brand. The lightweight fabric clung to his body, outlining his impeccable physique. His strong and sensuous body emanated a hint of restrained allure.

The restaurant’s slightly dim lights fell upon his face, accentuating the contours of his exquisite features. His appearance was peerless, akin to a celestial being.

Daniel did not say a word. Immediately, everyone’s attention turned to him when he entered the restaurant.

At that moment, the people who rallied together and proclaimed that their restaurants and hotels would bear the same sign as the Smith Cuisine Hall fell into a hushed silence. Their expressions shifted from audacity to apprehension in an instant.

They had forgotten that Daniel was the one who brought Olivia to the

restaurant.

Some of the more frightened customers turned pale at the thought of how powerful Daniel was. They regretted attacking Olivia with their malicious remarks.

There were also customers who were unfazed by Daniel’s appearance. They regarded Olivia as some lowly mistress and were confident that Daniel would also treat her with disdain when he saw her true colors,

Someone spoke up from the crowd, “Mr. Sullivan, who is this woman you brought here? She’s so ignorant and has the cheek to criticize the signature dish of the Smith Cuisine Hall. It’s such a disgrace.”

That person then started recounting what happened to Daniel. He repeatedly made disparaging remarks about Olivia, portraying her as a despicable person.

Daniel looked unperturbed, but his gaze became intense as if he was holding back his emotions. An icy aura enveloped him, seemingly on the brink of devouring those around him.

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The more perceptive customers detected the subtle change in Daniel’s expression and curried out of the restaurant without taking their coats. They did not want to be consumed by his fury.

Indeed, Daniel was on the verge of losing his temper. His expression tightened.

Just as his temper was about to erupt, Olivia quickly held his hand and pulled him to his seat. “Sit down. Why are you standing?”

Daniel turned to look at her, his expression instantly turning gentle.

Cynthia witnessed how the entire scene played out and darkened her gaze. She tapped her fingers on the table twice to catch Daniel’s attention. “Daniel, your taste in girls seemed to have gotten worse. You are mingling with all sorts of people, regardless of their status.”

She was making an insinuating remark.

Daniel frowned when he heard what Cynthia said. “Cynthia, there is a limit to my patience. Don’t test my patience.”

A hint of surprise flickered in Cynthia’s eyes, and she immediately changed her attitude. From her previous air of haughty composure, she suddenly looked dejected and sad. There was a tinge of self–mockery on her face.

“Daniel, we’ve known each other for almost ten years. Are you going to condemn me without asking me what happened?”

She lowered her gaze with a trace of choking emotion lingering in her eyes. With a quivering voice, she said, “You should know how seriously I take my culinary skills. She humiliated me today by criticizing my food. I was just trying to uphold my dignity. If you insist on judging me, so be it. I admit it’s my fault. She can say whatever she wants.”

She then gave Daniel an imploring look before turning around to leave. She walked away, looking vulnerable and downcast