Chapter 341 My Billionaire Missing Lover

• Elena went to find Olivia, but Olivia was in the laboratory conducting an important experiment, so Elena didn’t dare to disturb her. She could only wait outside. As she waited, she went online to check the data. In the end, she was so shocked that she almost bit the tip of her tongue. Winona already has 11 million votes. How was Miss Taylor going to surpass her? Elena was anxious to die. It wasn’t until 6 o’clock in the afternoon that Olivia finally came out of the laboratory. However, even after coming out, she didn’t relax; she continued to give instructions to her assistants and arrange the next steps of the experiment. Elena followed behind her. After Olivia finished explaining to her assistant, she said: “Miss Taylor. I have something to discuss.”
• Olivia was wearing a white coat and gloves. She hummed lightly and continued walking forward without stopping. Elena quickened her pace to catch up and said it anxiously. “Miss Taylor, have you forgotten about the painting petition?” “Oh, it’s about that. I almost forgot.” Olivia shook her head and laughed as if she were mocking herself for being careless. However, her expression and tone were still nonchalant, as if she did not care. “I have made arrangements for this matter. You don’t have to worry about it. Just wait.” Elena trusted Olivia unconditionally. When she heard this, she was completely relieved and relaxed. After relaxing, she remembered Bettany’s call and quickly said, “Miss Taylor, Bettany called. She said…” Before she could finish, Olivia raised her hand to stop her.
• It was obvious that she did not want to hear it. Elena immediately stopped talking. She was a little surprised and asked, with a probing expression, “Miss Taylor, don’t you like Bettany?” Olivia’s expression was calm, without any fluctuations. Her tone was also calm. “It’s not a matter of liking or disliking; we weren’t very familiar to begin with.” Hearing this. Elena knew what to do with Bettany in the future. Elena was a little curious. “Miss Taylor, aren’t you curious why Bettany called you?” “It’s not hard to guess her intention,” Olivia said as she walked towards the lounge. “She’s just showing off and flaunting her superiority.” She had seen too many people, so she could tell what the other party was thinking at a glance. No one was perfect, and there was no perfect person in this world. Olivia had always been tolerant when interacting with others.