Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 43

Virginie felt numb. Olivier had said similar things in the past in a doting tone. Unlike now, he spoke as if calmly telling a truth.

Olivier took out a cigarette but didn't lit it. Ad he gazed at Virginie, his deep and silent expression never changed. He said in a monotone voice, "Don't you think I've been willingly used by you all these years?"

Virginie's face instantly turned deathly pale.

All these years she had devoted her love to Samuel yet at the same time enjoyed all the attention and devotion Olivier gave her.

Virginie had wanted to ask more too, the clothes he and Fleur wore last night, for example. Moreover, the navy blue clothes he wore were undoubtedly matching with the one Fleur wore at the police station.

He had only known Fleur for a few days, how could...

What's more, he had personally cooked for Fleur in Stunning club.

However, Virginie was now at a loss of words at what Olivier had just said. "Don't you think I'm upset with you using me all these years?"

She mouthed soundlessly but left without a word.

She sat in her parked car for a long time before regaining visible consciousness.

She had a terribly bad feeling.

Virginie had never felt threatened by any women around Olivier in the past because she knew Olivier did not care about them at all.

But this time was different. From her first time seeing Fleur at the club, then at the parking lot...

Virginie had felt threatened. Fleur was too striking, too determined.

Virginie had hit a wall again today. Not only did Olivier not help her, he sounded protective of Fleur and was displeased with Virginie as well.

To put it in a selfish way, Olivier did not want to be used anymore.

Fleur's car arrived just as Virginie's left. Fleur made her way to the lobby without pause.

She found a quiet spot to sit. Although she really wanted to call Olivier, she decided not. Virginie had just left alone, and the conversation those two had would not have been a pleasant one.

Fleur thought it was best if she did not show up right now, for fear of irritating Olivier further.

It was still too early for lunch, only 10 in the morning, so Fleur decided to take a stroll through the hotel. She went into the hotel gardens from the lobby. Even though it was autumn, the gardens were vibrantly veridian, pleasant scenery all around.

200 meters beyond the gardens was a road paved in yellow. Fleur went in that direction and found herself in a poplar forest.

The trees were dotted with bright yellow leaves, many layering on the ground as well. It carpeted the road in gold.

There were visitors taking pictures, hugging, kissing, laughing, conversing.

Fleur stood at the entrance unmoving. It did not look like she belonged here, with all the people around and the pleasant view of leaves falling.

She stood there for who knows how long, until someone asked her to help take a photo.

It was an old woman and her husband. Fleur helped them take several pictures.

"Thank you, Miss. You're so beautiful!"

"Thank you. You are even more elegant." The old woman carried an elegance that seemed to be from self-cultivation and healing.

"You really have a way with words. Would you like to have a picture taken? I can help you."

"No, thank you. I don't like being in pictures."

The woman was cheerful and talkative, conversing with Fleur some more until her son came over. He was dressed casually with a head of ruffled hair, looking quite charming.

He came over, dark eyes pausing on Fleur for a moment before he said to the two old folks, "Mom, Dad."

The old woman smiled and held her son's arm. "Miss, this is my son, Simon Muller."

Fleur smiled politely and said, "Hi."

Simon did not respond. His eyes reflected an almost imperceptible warmth from the surrounding autumn poplars.