Fleur casually held onto her windbreaker, the hem of her black skirt swaying as she walked into the lobby. She walked as if she was a royal, regal and mesmerising. Countless eyes landed on her, marveling at her striking beauty.
One of those eyes included Olivier's, or you could say he had already noticed her the moment she entered.
The way his hand held the china teacup made him look like a haughty tycoon.
"Olivier?"
He silently looked at Virginie.
"What...What's on your mind? I called you twice but you didn't answer me at all." Virginie curiously turned around, wondering what Olivier was looking at. Her expression changed the moment she saw who it was.
Fleur Leroy was here.
Olivier was...looking at her?
Fleur dragged a chair over and sat it close to Olivier. She took off her windbreaker, licking her dry lips as if she was parched. Then she took Olivier's teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
After that, Fleur blew a kiss at Olivier.
Olivier seemed quiet and still as a sculpture. But if one looked closely, one could see his fingers slightly trembling.
"...Miss Leroy," Virginie said lowly. "We are in public, please conduct yourself appropriately."
Fleur looked at her.
Virginie was very beautiful today, wearing a light-green dress. She had the air of a modest but rich heir, her makeup just on point, as if she...were coming to meet her sweetheart. If not for Fleur being here, Virginie would be the most beautiful woman right now.
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