Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 54

Fleur did not know why she was so certain she would win at first. Probably because she saw the way Olivier no longer pushed her away even letting her touch him however she wanted to with him reacting immediately to it, so she agreed to this gamble. She would only realise later on that Olivier had no interest in The Stunning Club at all.

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The night glowed with decadence.

Olivier unlocked his Maybach as they reached the parking lot. He was just about to enter the driver's side when:

"Olivier, where's your driver, Raoul?"

Olivier turned around. "Why?"

Fleur went up and tugged his sleeve. "Why are you always the one driving? Is your driver hired just to slack off?"

"What are you doing?"

"Let your driver drive. You can sit in the backseat with me." It was an opportunity to be intimate with each other.

Olivier ground his teeth. He slammed the car door shut and glowered. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me."

"Then why do you always make me lose my temper?"

"...Then don't lose your temper. Call Raoul for him to come here."

A faint, almost imperceptible smile flashed across Olivier's lips, whether out of some hysterical sense of anger or whatnot. It was so fast Fleur did not see it.

As they say, "If you can't beat them, join them".

"You really like me, huh?"

"Of course, I'm absolutely mad for you." Fleur went into his arms, hugging him closely.

Just then, light pierced her eyes, making her close them. When Fleur opened, there was a red Porsche beside them, with a woman inside looking at them. Her eyes met Olivier's.

Virginie's eyes revealed her shock and astonishment, as well as deep sadness.

It seemed her injuries were not serious, discharged this early from the hospital.

Fleur looked up at Olivier. With the light illuminating his face, his expression became imperceptible.

But Fleur knew he was staring at Virginie.

Fleur slowly stood up straight, hands still around Olivier's waist. To be honest, she had never felt so frustrated with a man. Whether he was being impulsive or not, whenever Virginie appeared, even if it was a phone call, was enough to distract him.

There was the sound of a car door opening behind her, then Virginie's soft voice rang, "Miss Leroy, may I have a moment with Olivier?"

Fleur did not expect Virginie who had the pride of some rich family's pampered daughter to ask her permission to talk to Olivier.

Fleur turned to Olivier, "What do you say?"

Olivier gazed at her, eyes full of unfathomable emotion. "Wait for me in the car."

"Be quick."

"Mm."

Only then did Fleur let go of him. She looked at Virginie, now noticing the bandage around her forehead. She was dressed plainly, wearing flats, looking especially delicate and pale.