Chapter 104 My Billionaire Missing Lover

• 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 ons Missing Darling 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.