Novel & Cerita Olivia Flaversham The Great Mouse Detective

Once confirming her identity, Olivia lets her inside her flat. The scientist, Agatha Bray, is surprisingly friendly and chatty as she runs her tests on the sweets lying limply on the kitchen countertop. Olivia distractedly answers her questions, replying to one regarding the number of pastries she digested, then another about her well-being, and a third on whether her stomach feels any different or upset. Since she realized the pastries were not sent by Asher, Olivia has been wondering. Flashes of her night outside in the forest flicker in her mind continuously, of her phone that she thought untouched, yet, as she had reached the tree root, something had felt off when she had brushed the lea

“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.”

“For my family, for myself.” The following day, as I looked out of the window, I noticed Olivia sneaking towards the nearby warehouse. My curiosity piqued, and I decided to follow her, keeping a safe distance. When she reached the warehouse, I saw Flora waiting for her. Intrigued, I crept closer, ensuring to stay hidden while eavesdropping on their conversation. “Did she show any signs of allergies yesterday?” Flora asked urgently. Olivia shook her head. “No, none at all. I was suspicious, but she drank the milk without any reaction.”

She exclaimed when she saw what it was about “Mark, it's a fish!” "Yes.” I said smiling "I thought it was time to have our pet and since we don't have space for dogs or cats, well... A fish will have to be.” Olivia laughed ecstatically, following the little beta with her eyes. “Your name will be Flounder.” "Excellent name, babe.” I leaned over to give her a kiss before taking the bowl and placing it on her nightstand. "I love you, Marcus Sanders.” She said passionately once I lay down next to her again.