Virginie's body was so frail that Raoul had to hold her up. It didn't seem like she was able to walk on her own.
Just then, Virginie suddenly threw herself into Olivier's arms.
No man would refuse a beautiful weeping woman who willingly fell into their arms.
"Ol...Olivier..." Virginie cried, words muffled. "Take me...back home, please...?" her voice grew hoarse from crying.
No one reacted, not even Fleur. She only watched in silence, curious to know how Olivier would deal with this.
Olivier's expression was unreadable under the colourful lights of the club. He only exuded a strength that no one dared offend by even whispering about what was happening.
He gently cupped Virginie's head and said in a stern tone, "Raoul will send you back, or your driver will."
Virginie did not expect that from Olivier.
Neither did Fleur. Fleur had thought Olivier would have personally sent her back given he had immediately come to her aid after a phone call.
Virginie briefly glanced at Fleur, then gently ducked her head in Olivier's chest before murmuring, "Okay."
That duck of her head was either a drunk accident or intended to appease Olivier. It was hard to tell which one.
......
Olivier's brow tightened as Raoul brought Virginie back to the vehicle. It seemed like he was jealous.
It was understandable, after all, watching your beloved being carried by another man.
"Mr Martinez." The club manager greeted as he came over. Upon seeing Fleur, he grew quiet.
"Get everyone out of the building," Olivier ordered sternly.
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