Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 32

"You look handsome." Fleur gasped.

Olivier came and sat down. Camille immediately served them dinner.

"I'll give you ten minutes," Olivier said.

"...What? Going upstairs that fast?"

Olivier's grip on his chopsticks tightened warningly, veins on the back of his fingers bulging as if he would break the utensils at the very next second.

Fleur pouted and said nothing else.

"I heard that your club uses violence to handle unruly visitors."

"That's right."

"So you use beating someone to death as a business strategy?"

Fleur remembered Thierry's afternoon phone call. "What happened? Did a friend of yours get beaten up after causing trouble at my club?”

Olivier did not answer.

"Tell me who it was and I'll let this slide, for your sake. I'll order the club management to not use violence with him in the futur"

"You'll let this slide? How arrogant you are."

Tsk, whoever was beaten up must be someone of importance if Olivier was that annoyed by what she said, Fleur thought. Could it be that that person is connected to Virginie? After all, Virginie had persistently called him earlier, one call after the next.

"Stop eating. Let's go." Olivier stood up and strode off.

Maybe whoever it was was connected to Virginie, after all.

......

The moment they arrived at John Hospital, they saw Virginie along with a middle-aged man.

The man looked to be a successful business man, dressed in a suit and tie. This was likely Virginie's father.

Virginie was unsettled, glancing worriedly at the operating room now and then. Her father was calmer though a concerned expression still on his face.

Virginie looked ready to run into Olivier's arms the moment she saw him. But she stopped still the moment she saw Fleur by his side.

"Olivier," Philibert Lopez greeted in a deep voice. His gaze flitted across Fleur in brief examination but did not linger long.

"Mr. Lopez," Olivier said politely. "How serious is it?"

Philibert placed a hand on his hip, face dark as a storm. He sighed in exasperation and anger.

"Two broken legs, two broken ribs, a crack at the back of his skull, a moderate concussion, and other various injuries." Virginie took a deep breath to suppress her anger and worry. "My brother...is really badly injured."

Oh.

So it was the Lopez family's eldest son, no wonder Thierry had said it was someone powerful. Thierry did well then.

"Do you know who The Stunning Club's owner is, Olivier?" Virginie asked, walking between him and Fleur as she did. It was either intentional or not.

Her tone was needy as if seeking coddling. If Fleur was not here right now she had no doubt Virginie would be cozying up in Olivier's arms right now, seeking comfort.

"My family would never let such an incident slide. Olivier, you have a bigger circle than us, you should know who the owner is, right?"

Though Olivier's dark casualwear had a gentle elegance to it, there was also a steeliness that made it hard to predict his mood.

Olivier did not answer but instead asked, "Many fights have erupted at The Stunning Club in the past six months, and you're well aware of their rules. This wouldn't be your brother's first visit to The Stunning Club, am I right?"