Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 52

"Miss Leroy," Philibert said calmly. "You really are fearless... " His tone suggested some innuendo, as well as warning.

"I hope you can seriously consider my offer. I won't change the club's name. If you sell it to me, you'll have at least ten years without having to work, possibly even the rest of your life. Who would reject such a financial bargain?"

"You're right. But because this bargain doesn't matter to me, I won't part with my club. It is still not for sale, if I put it directly." Fleur tucked her hands in her pockets. She did not back down at all, young as she was, to Philibert who was a veteran in the business world.

In fact, she seemed generous, calm, and easy-going.

"Even if you have the entire Lopez family come here, I still won't sell it."

Philibert's wrinkled eyes seemed to become much sharper than before. This woman was still young, her words were...not in her favour sometimes.

......

Ten minutes after Philibert's departure, Virginie received a message notifying her of the rejection.

To be honest, rejections were common in the business world. One might fail the first time, the second time, a third time...but this was Virginie facing off Fleur.

There would be no second time.

Virginie would never seek Fleur out on her own, but she would find a way to get The Stunning Club.

So she discussed with her brother while in the hospital, devising a solution together.

In the past, Olivier had taken care of everything for her. Now they were on their own.

......

Ten o'clock at night was The Stunning Club's peak time.

The dancers on stage moved their enchanting twists to bring the club atmosphere to a peak.

The second peak wave was midnight. There was lesser people around this time, but it was still riotous.

Fleur stayed in a corner on the third floor, gazing at the scene downstairs. She smiled. Her girls were the best. It was inevitably so that some men wanted them for their own desires, for her girls to have a drink with them.

This kind of thing was very common in the club. Fleur was used to it. Marc led security guards out to deal with the ruckus. None of the club's girls would drink with any men or sit in their laps. They were here just to dance.

But if any of the girls liked anyone, they could do as they please. Fleur could not control that aspect of them.

It took one up to ten security guards to bring the troublemakers away.

Fleur called her manager and gave an order.

......

Half an hour later, lights still filled the hall, bustling and extravagant. They began to flash, signaling the start of a stage performance.

The security team came out, dressed in sleek suits and white shirts. Even the shortest guard was over 1.78 metres tall. Masculine hormones filled the stage.

Some women began screaming excitedly.

"Hey." A tap on her shoulder. Fleur turned back and saw Simon Muller in her face. He was wearing a white shirt and a black tie, looking like elite and handsome

"First you have the women, and now you have the men come out? What are you up to?"

"What? Can't us women get a feast for the eyes too after you men?"

"Did you hire models for your nightclub?"

Fleur laughed, looking at the stage. Her security team filled out the stage, each one muscular and strong, underlying muscles seemingly ready to spill out of their shirts.

Besides women screaming, the area became filled with testosterone.

"This is my security team."