Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 42

"Virginie did that foolish act on purpose. I was toying with Olivier at the time so she deliberately wanted me to think she could do whatever she wanted with Olivier's tokens of affection to her, that she was favoured by him. Even if she stopped appreciating those gifts and tossed it to a servant, Olivier would never be upset at her for it. That I am nothing compared to her.

If it was up to me, I would snap the bracelet and make her eat it down, then mess her up. But Olivier is different. I asked him what he thought afterwards and he replied that Virginie could do whatever she wanted with the bangle since it was gifted to her. He also said so long as she was happy it was fine."

Fleur clenched her fingers, eyes looking far away.

"Olivier is quite infatuated with her. Virginie really is a despicable person, always looking for his pampering yet still in love with Samuel Muller."

Honestly, this was all the confidence Virginie had.

Her sense of security in this big world never came from any respect or harmonising with others. It was all because she was spoiled.

Virginie was so unruly because she knew Olivier loved only her.

"People are greedy in nature," Fleur sighed.

"Isn't that right? That's why I supported you in killing off Virginie and snatching Olivier from her."

Fleur's eyes were misty as she said, "...Do you think I should make a gamble then?"

"Gamble on what?"

"That in four days Olivier will fall in love with me and be rid of Virginie." Let him test her, Fleur did not care.

"..." Odette exhaled, saying admirably, "You're the only one brave enough to and can last these four days. I admire you."

The task seemed impossible. Four days was not a lot of time.

Fleur would gamble then, since she liked to see how these unexpected outcomes affected those around her.

Moreover, this was not only a bet between Olivier and herself, it was also a contest between Virginie and her.

"Make some lunch, I'm hungry."

Odette inhaled sharply. "You want me to cook?"

"Yes. I don't know how to."

"Fleur Leroy, look at who you're speaking to. Me, Odette Durand, cook for you? Hey, don't grab me, let go..."

Five minutes later, two women were in the kitchen.

...

"Is this salt or sugar?"

"How would I know? Taste it yourself."

"Fleur, are you out of the mind? Go back to your house if you want to  cook!"

"No. Cooking with you is much more fun, I get to learn how to seduce men too. Hurry up and get the meat out."

Odette cursed: "F*ck!"

Fleur was always bossing her around!

......

Odette could not take it anymore and had kicked her out after an hour.

Fleur's right hand was still injured, though there was now an abnormal redness around the bandage. Her finger had come into contact with water and had not been wrapped properly.

She was not too concerned though, and got in the car.

She was not in a hurry to leave either, sending a text to Olivier, "Are you busy later? Let's have lunch together if you're not."

Fleur had to spend her time wisely. Four days would pass by soon.

Her phone rang half a minute later.

"Hello?" Fleur casually leaned into her seat, but her expression swiftly changed the next moment.

"It's me."

Virginie.

Virginie had called her with Olivier's phone. Fleur looked at her finger against the sunlight, seemingly watching the thin veins beneath her skin flowing.

"Miss Lopez, you really are...impressive." Olivier was actually more impressive, being able to like Virginie.