Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 3

"You will be compensated." Olivier had said this to Fleur before they got on the car.

She didn't know where they were going, but it didn't matter. 

The car pulled up at the Civil Affairs Bureau. It was two-thirty in the morning, yet the Bureau was still brightly lit. Fleur guessed Olivier was responsible for that.

He got out of the car without a word. His cold, indifferent demeanour never changed.

Fleur followed him into the Bureau. Olivier then sat down by the signature desk.

Fleur did not sit. A blank sheet of paper was pushed in front of her. "Write down your terms."

Fleur scrutinised the room before finally resting her gaze on Oliver's face. "You're compensating me by marrying me?"

"I'm not marrying you. We're just getting a marriage certificate."

These were different. Marriage comes with love. Getting a marriage certificate is different.

"Sir." Fleur then sat down. Olivier caught a whiff of her perfume. His eyes flitted to her lips for a moment.

"Your way of compensating me is truly a marvel. But you giving me a blank piece of paper for me to write whatever terms I want in this 'marriage' after dragging me here in the middle of the night makes me wonder if I'll be able to handle the consequences of this 'marriage'."

"You can handle it." Olivier stretched out his hand, in which some documents were immediately placed on his palm by his driver. He singled out his cheque book. "If you don't wish to proceed, just tell me. Don't waste my time."

"..."

Olivier's demeanour made it seem like he really had to be in licensed wedlock by tonight. Fleur wondered what would happen if she did not proceed with it.

"If I don't agree, you'll find some other random woman to do this, won't you?"

"Yes. Other women would be easier to convince into doing this anyways."

His d*mned confidence irked Fleur.

"So you only chose me because I just so happened to be around?"

"What else are you thinking about then?"

Fleur gave a brilliant smile. "Well, it'd be a real pity if I didn't hook my claws into you then, seeing as you clearly have what it takes to compensate me if you would just let me freely state my terms."

Olivier did not reply. His gaze was frosty cold.

"I agree to take this marriage certificate. But I don't want to write my terms right now, which may show up on this paper every now and then in the future, is that acceptable?“

"Yes." Olivier's voice stayed flat.

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It only took ten minutes to get the certificate. Fleur felt an indescribable emotion as she stared at the red booklet in her hands.