Olivia Flaversham The Great Mouse Detective Novels & Stories

“Grandmother, I got you not one but two pieces from Mr. Red. Can I join in the race to regain my inheritance now?” Screech. Olivia pushed her chair backward and got to her feet, stalking toward Alicia. She grabbed the box and tossed it to the floor, hissing, “I knew you were thick-skinned, but I didn’t think you were this shameless! If it was this easy to get a piece from Mr. Red, everyone would have a piece from him. You clearly ordered these from a site online, how dare you chalk it up to grandma like it’s some priceless thing?!”

It’s only a matter of time. “I’ll try harder Matilda.” Ophelia said with a dull face, brooding over her loss. She’s named as the best detective of the decade yet she couldn’t collect the evidences of Linda’s secret affairs. She really admires the confidence and intelligence of her target. Matilda bid farewell to her Sherlock Holmes friend and hopped in the taxi before fleeting away from the scene. When the cab hit the road, she closed her eyes and rested her head on the back seat, recalling her daughter’s words from that afternoon.

She thought of how he had nearly deceived her and how he would have been able to convince her to forget about this case, if she had believed him. She decided to give the police one last chance to prove that they would be able to handle this case. She was ushered into a small room where a detective was waiting for her. He introduced himself as Detective Johnson and asked her to tell him everything she knew. Olivia took a deep breath and began to recount the events of the past few weeks. She told him about meeting Edward, their connection, and the strange things that had been happening around her. As she spoke, she could see the detective's expression change from one of skepticism to one of in

He didn't know what it was, but he could feel This Lord was always looking for opportunities to create a mess of things. "Ah?" The Lady was dumbstruck, but to Oliviér it was clear she still has no idea who the butler was talking about. It seemed the butler was more educated than the Lady. The butler seeing this blushed once more before stepping in to wash the embarrassment from his Lady. "This is Lord Oliviér Fóix, our decorated detective." The black eyes of Lady Adrienne widened as far as possible at those words. "L-Lord Fóix?"

Mum interrupted, her voice trembling slightly, her eyes scanning Olivia’s face as if piecing together a puzzle. I felt Olivia freeze beside me for some seconds. “That is Ophelia,” Dad said, correcting her. “No Jacob,” she countered. “She looks different and smells different. Didn't you notice?” She turned to Dad, and Dad's eyes landed on Olivia, his brows furrowing. Mum stepped closer to Olivia, searching her eyes. “You are Olivia right?” She asked with tears in her eyes and Olivia slowly nodded. She pulled Olivia into a hug while tears fell from her eyes.

In a hurry, Robin caught up, grabbed her hand, and complained, "Annoying! Can't you take a guess?" "I don't care, and I'm not interested!" Flora hummed dismissively, tilting her face to the side. Just as she turned her head, she happened to see Oliver walking out of the house. After a slight pause in her heart, she politely greeted, "Good morning, Second Young Master." "Good morning," Oliver observed her. It was rare to see her in such a good mood. Her fair face radiated infinite brilliance. With large waves of curly hair tied to one side, it was her signature youthful and energetic hairstyle.

Melissa called to Manu. "Yes, general!" Manu presented herself, teasing Melissa who was indeed acting like a general. "Oh, I like that!" Melissa laughed. "I might want to be called that more often." We all laughed. "Let me introduce you - this is Flavian Moreno, he's the detective who found Peter. Remember him from the office?" Melissa positioned Manu in front of Flavian. "Y-ye-yes," Manu stammered. She was as red as a tomato.

That evening, after Lambert left the Halsey house, she called her aunt Flora and asked her to find a detective. Flora promptly provided a number but left it to Odelia to make contact this time. Since the incident at the mall where she felt used by Odelia, Flora had been less enthusiastic about helping her. Additionally, Flora’s husband advised her to distance herself from Odelia to avoid offending the Halsey family. Unaware of her ally’s change of heart, Odelia arranged to meet the detective the next day. In a cozy café, Odelia waited, looking at her watch. The detective was already ten minutes late. If not for her aunt’s recommendation, she would have left by now.

Just like me… and, sadly, for the same reason. As I entered the front door, heading for the stairs, I glanced over and saw Olívia asleep on the couch. Her phone was on the floor, tossed aside. Next to her was an empty glass bowl with a spoon, probably from something she’d eaten. She wore a white robe, and no one was going down on her under it. I touched the bowl and licked my finger, tasting something sweet but not identifying it. Of course she was up to some mischief—otherwise, she wouldn’t be my Stick-Figure.

It always trembles when she’s near. “She’s an Arean, traveling to save a fortune.” I know. I know it very well. “Greetings, My lady. I am Olivia.” Because just by seeing her smile, everyone can identify that she’s the female lead. While I am the Villainess.