Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 33

"Virginie," Olivier abruptly interrupted, "Don't bring up the past anymore."

He then turned to Philibert and said, "Mr. Lopez, I'll have to take my leave now."

"Go ahead."

"Thank you." Olivier bowed and left with Fleur trailing behind.

Virginie was about to call out to him when Philibert shot her a sharp glance.

After the two left, Virginie walked to the windowsill and hit the glass, a tight pout on her face.

She had called Olivier over so he could stand up for her, yet he did not care at all.

"Dad." She exhaled. "What do we do now?"

"Your brother truly is a disappointment, causing so much trouble for us. If he hadn't been reckless he wouldn't have landed himself in this state. Do you think this will end if we bring this to the police?"

"Then? Do we swallow back our pride and suffer humiliation?"

Philibert's gaze grew keen. "Of course not. This will not end like this. You know that woman beside Olivier, right?"

"Fleur Leroy?"

"I know very well what kind of man Olivier is with women, with you being the only woman around him. Besides, I've long heard of The Stunning Club's owner and her famed The Stunning Club. If Odette Durand herself isn't that owner, who else could it be besides Fleur Leroy?"

Virginie's lips pressed into a white line. This meant Fleur was the club's owner, and Olivier was protecting her all this while.

Virginie clenched her hands into tight fists.

It was always Fleur Leroy!

"By the way, I didn't completely understand what was said just now. Did Olivier propose to you?"

Virginie's breathing fluttered, as if an upturned ship at sea. Her breaths came in short, desperate pants.

"What foolish notion made you reject that? Was it just because of Samuel Muller? Wake up, Virginie, he's dead! Olivier's family standing could have really help our family, do you understand?"

Samuel was dead...and Olivier had Fleur now...

Fear surged at Virginie from countless directions. She was quickly overwhelmed.

......

In the car, Fleur received a call informing her Thierry and six of her club security guards had been arrested by the police.

She was not too concerned, just still processing the fact that Olivier had protected her in front of the Lopez family. It was truly a shock.

"Mr. Martinez," she said. "Miss Lopez wanted you to be concerned about the situation, why weren't you?"

"It didn't interest me."

Huh. That was it?

"...Can you be concerned about me then? My men need help getting bailed."

Olivier stopped at a red light.

He retrieved a cigarette and lighter from the dashboard and dangled the unlit cig from his mouth. That act carried a strong masculine defiance.

"They deserve to be in jail."

"..." Fleur could not let her staff be put in jail. Employees' interest was a valuable thing to look after in any business, even a KTV like hers. Only by making sure their interest was protected would they do their best for the business.

If the Lopez family really began plotting against Fleur, whoever was secretly protecting her would definitely reveal themselves.

Whoever could lift the Martinez family up to such high standing and advantage, must truly be someone in a place of power, such as royalty.

......

The car arrived at the club at 8.30 PM. There were still empty lots in the parking lot, not a lot of people were here. It was usually full after ten at night.

Fleur led Olivier straight to her office. It was spacious, clean, and decorated simply.

Fleur set two glasses of water on the table then came to sit beside Olivier. She took out a remote controller.

A dozen large monitors were propped before the seat. These were probably the most valuable items in the office.

Master Lopez started causing trouble around five in the evening. After adjusting the video sequence, Fleur leaned against Olivier's shoulder in a relax posture.

"Are you boneless?"

Fleur looked at him, soft lines on her face apparent. "Did you realise our outfits match?"

They were indeed wearing the same brand of clothing, one a deep navy blue, one a grey-white monotone. They looked dashingly a couple.

Olivier neither responded nor looked at her.

On the footage, Master Lopez physically fought with one of the waiters. Fleur got bored after five minutes. She had seen this kind of scenario too many times.

She reached out to touch Olivier's stomach, feeling the firmness. Olivier tightly grabbed her wrist.

"How desperate are you for men?" He gazed sharply at her.

"I'm not desperate at all. Even Master Lopez was dying to see me. Plus, how many men downstairs have wanted to meet me?"