Novel & Cerita Olivia Flaversham The Great Mouse Detective

I mumbled to myself while I walked back to them. “Thank you so much for everything,” Olivia planted a kiss on my lips after retrieving the phone from me. It seemed like her happiest day ever. “This is Detective Lily from the Paris police headquarters,” I did a brief introduction. Since Olivia seemed to be in a good mood, I figured that was the perfect time to introduce themselves to each other. I also didn't hesitate to let Lily Pulitzer know that Olivia and I are couples. There was no point denying Olivia in public. “Nice to meet you.” Lily shook hands with Olivia as they conversed.

Olivia was sitting on the couch in Bolton Manor, fuming. Everything about the painting only became more suspicious the more she thought about it, but she could not quite put her finger on it… until she had her tea. 'Damn it! Melody must have had a hand in this!' Naturally, Talia found her in a sullen mood when she arrived at Bolton Manor. "Mrs. Bolton?" she called out sweetly just then. Olivia looked up, cheering up a little just then. "Oh, hello. Come here and sit with me."

“Mrs. Sterling… Did you touch any documents relating to Olivia Hartwell?” No one spoke and it seemed like everyone paused what they had previously been doing to anticipate her response. “Yes. Although it’s only the ones Madam Sterling assigned to me.” “And yesterday?” “I picked up a loose page after the shelf collapsed.” The detective scribbled a note down for some time and that prompted Alexander to finally speak. “That page never left her hand for more than two seconds.” The detective looked up. “You seem certain of that. How can we be sure it’s true?”

“I found it in between the floorboards. It must have fallen through one of the crack when Alicia was still living in the pack house.” Olivia felt both wolves inside her, growling in anger and satisfaction. She finally had proof that Alicia was the culprit of poisoning young wolves. She just had to make sure that everyone believed her. “What is this now?” Olivia heard a growl behind her. She did not have to turn around to see that it was her mate and king standing behind them. His arms were crossed, and he was angry the with display that he saw. Olivia stood up, but not before grabbing the vials from Herold’s fingertips.

said Richard. "What is going on? I don't even understand why I'm like a suspect under investigation like this. What did I do wrong? I didn't do anything, indeed you guys are very strange and always find fault with me even though I didn't do anything," Camellia said with a sullen face. Then Olivia came forward facing Camellia, looking into Camellia's eyes with a very sharp and cynical gaze. "It turns out that you are very clever at acting, but unfortunately I am much smarter than you," he said.

Abigail admitted, sometimes Olivia came up with the answer before she did, and halfway through, Abigail was almost ready to admit that Olivia knew quite a bit. But Charlotte had gotten up after Abigail had answered the first five questions and moved to the other side of the room to 'calm her nerves' as she'd said. And Abigail spied her whispering into something, and Abigail glanced to Olivia, and noticed one of her earrings, the one facing her and clearly out of line of their father, was blinking red. So either Olivia had flashy jewelry – quite literally – or more likely, that was an earpiece. The mystery was solved pretty quickly when Charlotte – having stood too close to the flowers – snee

Detective Powell asked holding his pen and bringing out an old from his drawer. "We hate to admit that but yeah..." I said praying that Olivia would just call and say she's coming home and that she went to visit a friend or something. Olivia where the fuck are you? "I presume she isn't a juvenile," Detective Powell said waiting for any of us to reply to him. "No she's an adult, she's in her twenties," I said and Detective Powell nodded writing something down. "Can I see her picture?" Detective Powell said looking at me. I brought out my phone and searched for Olivia's picture. I found one and it was one of the pictures we took on my birthday at the boutique.

It's possible that one of the Scout spies disguised himself as either a patient or a nurse and then pretended to be someone she was familiar with. "There's no need to overthink it, Olive." Scout laughed amused at Olivia's demeanor which suddenly turned into a paranoia woman. “There are no spies around here. Even bugs,” said Scout as he walked over to the empty flower vase next to Olivia's bed. He deftly filled the vase with a little water from the bathroom in the corner of Olivia's treatment room, then he immediately arranged the flowers in a vase with a very beautiful shape so Olivia wouldn't feel bored in that gloomy room.

Olivia was either sleeping, eating, or sitting in the study, playing with the computer, trying to solve one problem after another. On the third day after arriving at the mansion, Olivia was once more fully focused on hacking into various surveillance systems in an attempt at locating Mister Bad and the other members of the Organization. Just as she was focusing, the door to the study opened, and she raised her head, only to see Darls Collymore standing in the doorway, looking at her with slight disbelief and some tenderness in his eyes.

Instead, she decided to go to the next best person: Olivia. Flora made her way to Olivia’s room and knocked before entering. She found Olivia sitting cross-legged on her bed, deeply engrossed in a cookbook titled *The Joy of French Cooking*. At the sound of Flora’s entrance, Olivia jumped, her cheeks flushing as she quickly closed the book. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Flora said, holding up her hands apologetically. Olivia waved her off, her blush deepening. “It’s fine, really. I was just... trying to memorize a recipe.”