Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty novel Chapter 7

There was a certain subtlety when in the face of this confrontation.

If Olivier said something unnecessary, he might very well lose. If he did not say something, however, it would be hard to win the situation back in his favour.

Olivier stared at Fleur for a long while. Her eyes shone with a calculated intelligence, sleek as venom, venom that would prove deadly to him if he did not deal with this smartly.

"Fine."  Oliver finally bit out. "Then let's start with you setting me up. Tell me the truth about it all. Then we'll get to the marriage issue."

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Fleur quickly said, "It's not that I don't want to stay with your Grandma, I just have some conditions of my own."

"Giving up so soon? Scared I'll force you to tell me why you wanted to get close to me?"

"Mr Martinez." Fleur never easily revealed her fear. She calmly continued, "You're wealthy, influential, not to mention you have a really hot body; any sensible woman would want to get close to you. No matter how many times you ask me, my reason could only be one if not all of those. Who wouldn't?"

Olivier scrutinised her. A woman with her looks and body could easily get wealth and power from just about any man.

Fleur was even more alluring than Odette Durand, the most beautiful woman in Y City.

He then glanced at her arm, eyeing the invisible rose there beneath her sleeve.

"Since you know what you're getting yourself into, you better not play any tricks."

Olivier marched out of the elevator the minute the doors opened.

"Stay with me," Fleured hurriedly called.

Olivier ignored her.

Fleur stopped in her tracks. "Stay with me while I'm with Grandma. I'll stay with you wherever you are, for as long as you like."

Her voice was loud and clear here in the underground parking lot, echoing back and forth around Olivier.

The man turned around. Fleur had stopped by the elevator entrance. There was a strange aura about her as if she were a temptress incarnate that would not let anything get in her way.

With her stunning face and mysterious past, Olivier was certain she was no ordinary woman. She had a captivating story to tell, that was sure. 

Heat briefly rushed through his body. He squinted at her before saying, "You don't have to right to make demands. If you insist I carry you again, you won't even get to list your conditions anymore."

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