《Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty》 Chapter 1: I Want a Man Chapter 1: I Want a Man It was one o''clock in the morning. The click-ck of Fleur Leroy''s high-heeled shoes awoke the owner of the Night Vi. As she entered it, her shoulder suddenly got caught in a tight grip. A weight settled on her chest, followed by a gentle grope. Fleur immediately gripped her assant''s wrist, squeezing tightly. "Trying to lose your hand, Odette?" The lights switched on, revealing a snorting Odette Durand. She said, "Youe to my house in the middle of the night, waking me up from my sleep, shouldn''t I get some sort of tip for that? I might as well have a feel of you since all you have is your pretty little face." Fleur responded unaffectedly, "Then help me do something that''s worth more than my face." "...What do you mean?" Fleur''s eyes shed as she said, "I want a man." Odette looked at her in surprise. "Who?" "Olivier Martinez." Odette took a deep breath. "Olivier Martinez?" She thought, bewildered. Fleur added, "You are Y City''s top courtesan. You know countless people from elite society: dignitaries, politicians, tycoons. Olivier is your personal honorary customer so you''re my shortcut to meet him." Odette sneered, "Do you want his love or just a quickie?" Fleur stood deep in thought for a while before replying, "Odette, if you do this for me, I¡®ll write off our past grudges." Her gentle tone carried a distinct sternness. Odette narrowed her eyes. Fleur had an unrivalled The Stunning Club, as well as a fiery yet enchanting personality that always made her tough to figure out. The feeling of being ordered to do something was just very new to Odette is all. "Why do you want to meet him?" Fleur''s eyes seemed to dim for a moment before she said with a smile, "Who doesn''t want to meet those big shots from society''s upper crust? Unlike you, I was born on the finish line." Odette knew a lie when she heard one. Fine, if Fleur did not want to borate, she would not push it. "Fine, I''ll arrange it. Consider this repayment of my favour to you. Olivier does not hold his drink too well, use that to your advantage. I''ll send him to your ce tomorrow night. You''re on your own from there." "Thank you. Remember: keep this between you and me." Fleur then turned to leave. "...You really are something," Odette said. "But you must understand the consequences of this. Olivier is not your typical street chump." Fleur stopped in her tracks. "You just need to send him over. I''ll deal with the rest," She said briskly before leaving. Odette watched her leave. As a woman herself, she could not help but admire Fleur''s The Stunning Club. Everyone called Odette Durand beautiful, but that was only because they had yet to see the enchantress known as Fleur Leroy. ...... It was eleven o''clock the next night. ... The sharp tinge of alcohol permeated the air. Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org. Olivier Martinez woke up at one in the morning. He felt a woman beside him, soft and smooth. He said nothing. In the dark, only a moment''s respite remained. He went to the bathroom after the moment passed. Cold water cut through the satisfaction of his flesh and the murkiness in his mind left from alcohol. The bedroom lights were still off after Olivier finished showering. A carnal smell still lingered in the air. He frowned slightly, then made to leave. As his hand touched the door handle, the lights switched on. He squinted, eyes hurting from the sudden bright light. "Hey, are you really just going to leave like that?" Chapter 2: Self-Offering Chapter 2: Self-Offering A woman''snguid voice rose from behind him. Olivier turned around and saw the woman he had just bedded leaning against the bed. At first nce, she looked like a sensual goddess. On closely examining her features, he found himself wanting to see more. She was beautiful, mesmerizingly beautiful. The quilt draped over her chest looked like it would fall away any moment. Olivier showed no reaction. He strode towards her then stood by the bed, staring at her with an air of cold pride. "This is your room?" He asked in a low, indifferent tone. Fleur smiled sharply and met his gaze. "Yes. It seems I can now sue you for trespassing my suite and raping me?" "Miss." Olivier''s stare never wavered. "I was not so drunk I couldn''t remember you had your arm around my waist in the first ce. How did I rape you if you were the one who offered yourself to me in the first ce?" "..." Fleur paused at that, then tried again. "You took my virginity." She lifted the quilt, revealing a patch of red on the stark white sheets. Olivier remained unmoved. He did not even bother ncing at the blood. "You took mine. I guess we''re even." Fleur watched, stunned speechless, as Olivier headed for the exit. As he reached the door, he turned around for a moment, eyesnding straight on the blood-red rose tattooed on Fleur''s arm. It was so lifelike it looked like it would leap off her skin. Olivier''s brow furrowed, eyes darkening with some realisation. Fleur snorted with augh. "Look at me again and I''ll have to charge you." Olivier¡¯s eyes met hers for a split second. His eyes were incredibly keen, and behind themid an iprehensible depth. A chill shot straight down Fleur''s spine. ...... Olivier''s driver was still waiting downstairs when he came down to the lobby. The driver, Raoul, did not dare leave at his own will when Olivier had yet to return at suchte an hour, so Raoul had been sleeping in the car all this while. He shot up from his sleep just as the car door opened. "Mr Martinez." The driver addressed Olivier, discreetly wiping away any traces of saliva. Olivier grunted in greeting. He sat down at the back, legs syed as the air conditioner did its magic to the air in the car. He massaged his temple for a moment before ncing towards the hotel. Slowly, he massaged upwards along his forehead, finally releasing the tension on a particr wound- up knot. After a moment, Olivier finally said, "Drive." "Yes, sir," the driver said, turning the engine on. At that very moment, Olivier''s phone rang. "Hello," He answered, voice crisp. "Young Master, Old madam has just been sent to the hospital, as she was attempting suicide by shing her wrists, you..." Olivier gritted his teeth. "She really doesn''t stop, does she? Throwing a suicide tantrum at such an hour." "Young Master, it''s best if youe back and stay for-" "I''m not going." Olivier hung up the phone without dy. His grandmother would only attempt suicide for one thing. Forced marriage. She had cried, threw tantrums, and even tried hanging herself several times. This time though, she had really done it. Two secondster, Olivier said, "Stop the car." The driver stopped. Olivier looked back at the hotel, gaze serious. ...... Odette called Fleur immediately after thetter stepped out of the shower. It was now one-thirty in the This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. morning. "Speak," Fleur said. "Did it work?" Fleur replied while changing into her clothes, "What''s it to you?" "Just asking. By the way, I forgot to tell you: Olivier Martinez already has a woman he loves." Odette''s smug giggling was unmistakable from the other side of the phone. Fleur interrupted her with a short burst ofughter. "That doesn''t matter to me. I love making people like him restless with their hearts." "..." The doorbell rang just as Fleur finished talking. She hung up then went to open the door. Olivier stood outside, his pristine figure resembling a sculpted work of art, carrying an air of unshakeable rapture. Chapter 3: Bridal-Carry Chapter 3: Bridal-Carry "You will bepensated." Olivier had said this to Fleur before they got on the car. She didn''t know where they were going, but it didn''t matter. The car pulled up at the Civil Affairs Bureau. It was two-thirty in the morning, yet the Bureau was still brightly lit. Fleur guessed Olivier was responsible for that. He got out of the car without a word. His cold, indifferent demeanour never changed. Fleur followed him into the Bureau. Olivier then sat down by the signature desk. Fleur did not sit. A nk sheet of paper was pushed in front of her. "Write down your terms." Fleur scrutinised the room before finally resting her gaze on Oliver''s face. "You''repensating me by marrying me?" "I''m not marrying you. We''re just getting a marriage certificate." These were different. Marriagees with love. Getting a marriage certificate is different. "Sir." Fleur then sat down. Olivier caught a whiff of her perfume. His eyes flitted to her lips for a moment. "Your way ofpensating me is truly a marvel. But you giving me a nk piece of paper for me to write whatever terms I want in this ''marriage'' after dragging me here in the middle of the night makes me wonder if I''ll be able to handle the consequences of this ''marriage''." "You can handle it." Olivier stretched out his hand, in which some documents were immediately ced on his palm by his driver. He singled out his cheque book. "If you don''t wish to proceed, just tell me. Don''t waste my time." "..." Olivier''s demeanour made it seem like he really had to be in licensed wedlock by tonight. Fleur wondered what would happen if she did not proceed with it. "If I don''t agree, you''ll find some other random woman to do this, won''t you?" "Yes. Other women would be easier to convince into doing this anyways." His d*mned confidence irked Fleur. "So you only chose me because I just so happened to be around?" "What else are you thinking about then?" Fleur gave a brilliant smile. "Well, it''d be a real pity if I didn''t hook my ws into you then, seeing as you clearly have what it takes topensate me if you would just let me freely state my terms." Olivier did not reply. His gaze was frosty cold. "I agree to take this marriage certificate. But I don''t want to write my terms right now, which may show up on this paper every now and then in the future, is that eptable?¡° "Yes." Olivier''s voice stayed t. ...... It only took ten minutes to get the certificate. Fleur felt an indescribable emotion as she stared at the red booklet in her hands. It was as if the sun had risen through clouds before they even moved away. Her n had only just begun and Olivier was already one step into her web. However, she was certain that an ominous pathid before her now that she had registered as married to Olivier. What else could exin why the man was so eager to be married? He was even fine with having anyone do this. Fleur felt like she was just beginning to step into unknown territory, knowing threat loomed near yet she could not see where it wasing from. Mysterious, dangerous, and challenging, all in one. Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org. ...... ... Dozens of flowers were in full bloom outside the Civil Affairs Bureau. It brought a sense of spring cheer to the autumnal weather. This was a ce where people officiated their marriages, after all. It made sense to have a romantic atmosphere. The sound of Fleur''s high heels clicking on the concrete ground was the loudest noise for miles. Her heel suddenly slipped, her ankle twisting as she began to fall. She instinctively reached out to Olivier to steady herself, and Olivier reacted without thinking, grabbing her hand so she did not fall t onto the ground. It looked like they were holding hands at this point. "Stand properly!" Olivier ordered and quickly withdrew his hand. Fleur stood straight and smiled at him. "How strong you are." She continued after a pause, "That lousy thrusting of yours sure made its mark. You really don''t have technique. It really was your first time, huh?" "..." Olivier''s eyes grew frosty. "Are you saying I didn''t satisfy you?" "The word satisfying isn''t really appropriate to be used in this context." "If I recall, you were enjoying yourself so much you couldn''t stop making noise. Don''t pull that crap with me if you were satisfied." Olivier grunted before heading straight for the car. "..." Fleur did not understand how it was possible for Olivier to talk about sex in such a snobbish manner. Looking at his broad back and the air of arrogance he held, she smiled. "My first condition." Olivier stopped and said indifferently, "Say." "Bridal-carry me into the car." Chapter 4: Close to His Chest Chapter 4: Close to His Chest The moment Olivier''s arms wrapped around her body, Fleur felt his unbridled, masculine strength. She was dressed thinly, so she could faintly feel the ridges of his muscles on her body. The distance from the door to the parking lot was only 200 meters, yet Fleur wrapped her hands around Olivier''s neck to stop from slipping from his arms. "Take your hands off." Fleur thought the movement of his Adam''s apple as he spoke was quite charming. "What''s wrong with holding onto you for a while?" "I don''t like it." Olivier''s voice was faint, but his disgust was easily heard. Fleur sighed, then leaned close to his chest, head beneath his chin. Olivier stopped abruptly and looked down at her. "Mr Martinez, you''ve slept with me, and now you got me to enter into this marriage arrangement for your sake. If you don''t even allow me this simple gesture, you''re not really trying topensate me at all are you?" This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Fleur Leroy was very beautiful. Her features and bodice paired together were enough to make the strictest of men tremble. It was this kind of beauty that made her mind difficult to grasp. It was precisely this beauty that had Olivier''s gaze linger on her. Her body was light and soft, perfumed sweetly. "Fleur Leroy." "Hm?" "How would you know random thrusting meant no technique in bed? When did you get to know so much about sex to hold a standard? You were lying about your virginity, weren''t you? How many men have you had?" "..." Fleur looked up at Olivier. Their lips would have kissed now if the man had not turned his head to the side. "Olivier Martinez." She grasped his chin and turned his face so he was looking at her. "A gentleman wouldn''t insult a woman with such rude words." Olivier sneered, eyes like chips of ice. "A rude man could care less than to carry a woman who is perfectly capable of walking into a car." He put her down on her feet without and word and went to the car. "..." Fleur took a long breath. She had only said his skills in bed were not up to par. Were all men that sensitive about that part of themselves these days? ...... Fleur examined the marriage certificate in the car. Olivier was only 28 years old, just three years older than she was. She turned to look at him. His features were clearly lit up from the passing street lights. When Olivier sensed her stare, he looked over to meet her gaze. His eyes seemed to burn with an invisible tension. He disliked this kind of scrutiny. Fleur looked away silently, a faint smile appearing on her face. "Where do you live?" Olivier asked while Fleur was examining their ''marriage'' portrait in the marriage certificate. Fleur shut the certificate with a thud. "The Skyfall Estate." Olivier would send her back first. Before Fleur got out of the car, Olivier said, "Pack up your things. Someone will pick you up tomorrow." "We''re going to live together?" Olivier took out a lighter from a storagepartment and pressed it in his palm. He grunted in affirmation, then said. "Get off." ...... Lulu ran over to Fleur the moment Fleur returned, her tail standing straight up in alertness. It meowed as if to say, "Where have you been at this hour?" After picking Lulu up, Fleurid back on the sofa, stroking its fur. So many unexpected things had happened tonight. She needed time to digest everything. She did not know why Olivier Martinez married her, but just that gesture of letting her list whatever demands and conditions she had was enough to show just how serious the situation she had gotten into was. Fleur also recalled the look in his eyes back in the hotel. She touched her arm, her tattooed skin still uneven. It had been some long years since she got this rose... Chapter 5: I Dont Have Time to be Mad at You Everyday Chapter 5:I Don''t Have Time to be Mad at You Everyday It was not even eight in the morning. Raoul had alreadye to pick her up. Fleur did not pack much, just some carry-ons, a suitcase, and her cat. "Miss Leroy," Raoul greeted her respectfully. "Hm." She replied, tucking her belongings then herself into the car. The car was driven to Oriental City. Olivier was not at the vi when they arrived, only a matronly woman cleaning up the ce remained. Her expression grew bewildered when she saw Fleur. Perhaps she did not expect a woman to have moved into this ce. Raoul introduced Fleur to the woman. "This is Fleur. Mr Martinez''s..." He pondered the choice of words for a moment then said, "...girlfriend. Please take good care of her." Girlfriend. Not wife. Olivier probably arranged for that as well. The matronly woman, Camille, nodded. She looked Fleur from head to toe, silently marvelling at her extraordinary beauty. "Good morning, Miss Leroy." Fleur only managed to nod before Raoul spoke again, "I''m going to bring Miss Leroy to the hospital Fleur did not ask why they were going to the hospital. ...... Olivier had just arrived at the hospital when they reached. He wore a white shirt today, which only served to emphasise his cold, upper-ss indifference. After getting out of the car, he nced briefly at Fleur before saying. "Follow me." They were the only ones in the hospital elevator. Fleur grew distracted, watching their reflection in the elevator mirror. N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. "I''m in the hospital." Olivier''s voice when answering his phone did not carry the indifference it did when he spoke to Fleur. "I''ll be busy up to noon, too. I''m afraid I can''t have lunch with you today." Though not tender, his voice definitely carried a patient gentleness. "It must be a woman on the other end," Fleur thought. Last night, Odette said Olivier had someone he loved. This woman must be her. But if he signed the marriage papers with Fleur instead of his lover, the underlying situation must be moreplex than she first thought. "I''m not so bored to be angry with you all the time," Olivier said gently, catching Fleur''s gaze on him from the corner of his eye. With a frown, he said, "Alright, I have to finish some things right now. I''ll talk to youter." He then hung up. Just then the elevator door opened. Olivier stepped out without a word. " ''I''m not so bored I would be upset with you all the time?'' There was an element of pampering in those words, as well as resignedpromisation..." Fleur thought to herself. ...... When they reached the hospital''s VIP section, Olivier knocked on Ward 818. A matron came out and greeted him respectfully, "Young Master, you''vee." Olivier bowed. "Aunt Manon, Grandma." An olddy with white hairid on the bed with a respirator. Her arms were tightly bound in white bandages, "Grandma." Olivier''s voice softened upon greeting the olddy. The olddy lifted her eyelids and snorted upon seeing him. Olivier lowered his head to murmur something into her ear. She immediately brightened up. Then, Olivier looked towards Fleur. The olddy''s eyes were sharp and spirited as she examined Fleur. "Aunt Manon." Olivier''s phone rang again. "Exin the situation to her. I''m going to take this call." "Yes, Young Master." Olivier then went to the balcony. ...... Manon helped the olddy sit up, who, after examining Fleur, said, "How did Olivier find this girl? Even a blind man could see she isn''t a good sort." Fleur remained quiet and waited for the olddy to continue. She had long gotten used to hearing people speak about her like this. "But at least she''s more beautiful than that Virginie." Virginie, this was the first time Fleur had heard that name in a long while. A faint glimmer shed in her eyes. She then smiled and walked over. "Grandma," she called. When the old woman heard this, her expression softened just a bit. She gave Manon a look, thetter then bowed. "Young Madam." Young Madam? Keeping in mind what Olivier had just called her, Fleur responded gently, "Aunt Manon." "The situation is like this." Without hesitation, Manon went straight to the point. "Three months ago, a diviner predicted a disaster would happen to our family within two years'' time and our family would be the bride apany old madam on a spiritual healing recluse for two years, where they have to eat a vegan diet and meditate every day." "..." Fleur was too shocked to speak. She instinctively looked at Olivier who was out on the balcony. Coincidentally, he looked over as well. Their eyes met. Chapter 6: Dont Play Pretend Chapter 6: Don''t y Pretend "Young Madam, I just know you''ll be a devoted girl and will definitely help our family through this crisis! Thank you so much!" Manon made a 90-degree bow. Fleur retracted her gaze from Olivier to eye the two olddies in front of her. To recluse for two years, have a vegan diet, meditate every day...and to help the Martinez family ward off this ''disaster''. She caught a nce at the embroidered shoes by the hospital bed. People who still had those on at this age were likely old-fashioned, and, as what Fleur thought, difficult to get along with. She did not respond to Aunt Manon''s question. Instead, she met the Old Madam''s solemn gaze. "Grandma did you..." Cry? Throw a tantrum? Threaten tomit suicide? "...make a fuss?" Fleur euphemised. If the old woman had triedmitting suicide, she could understand why Olivier was in such a hurry to find someone to sign up to be his wife. This other reason though, a family crisis predicted by some ''diviner''...was too absurd. "Are you willing to help us?" Grandma asked. Her tone carried mild suspicion, much like Olivier himself. Before she could respond, Olivier slid open the balcony door and came back in. "Grandma." He held Fleur''s hand, which was, to Grandma, a very intimate gesture. But to Fleur, that gesture felt like a statement of control. "She is willing to help us." "..."Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. Grandma seemed to look more lively upon hearing that. Her strict demeanour softened up too. "That''s good, then. You can send her over to me in a week. I will return her to you after two years'' time." "Okay." Olivier paused before continuing in a resigned tone, "Grandma, I''ve already agreed to your request. Don''t do anything silly anymore, I cannot take it." "If you had listened to me earlier on, it wouldn''t havee to this." "Yes, yes, I should have listened to you," Olivier replied in a more reserved, respectful tone. ...... Back in the elevator, Fleur put a hand into her pocket while squinting at Olivier. "Mr Martinez, did you just use me? Am I just some doll to help clear your family''s bad energy?" "I thought-" Olivier''s eyes were two dark pools. "-you''d imagine a worse oue the moment you saw that nk sheet of paper." But how on earth could Fleur ever imagine this would happen! Two years was such a long time! What was the use of trying to get close to Olivier if she had to stay away from him for two years?! "Fleur Leroy," Olivier said, voice cold as ice. "Did you really think what happenedst night was an ident?" She stared at him, saying nothing. "I would never have been in your room if you hadn''t opened the door for me." Fleur then smiled. Out of sight, her pocketed hand curled into a tight fist. "Are you saying I set you up?" "To be precise, I''m saying, you had someone help you set me up." A strand of Fleur''s hair fell to shade her eyes, preventing the calcted depth within to be discovered. "Say, you are smarter than you like! Well if you''ve already figured that out, would you like to know why I set you up?" "No." "..." "Don''t start. I gave you the opportunity to write whatever terms you wanted, now we have a marriage certificate and you''re able toe so close to me. Don''t y pretend with me. Do what I tell you to do." "..." Fleur forced a bright, lovely smile. She was beautiful even without the help of makeup, d in a ck chiffon dress that entuated her figure. Hers was an aggressive beauty if any. She strode towards Olivier, dripping with a charm that could easily captivate most men. "The phone call just now was from your lover, right?" Olivier kept his lips shut. From where he stood, he could easily see Fleur''s body beneath the material of her outfit. "You already have a girlfriend, and yet you signed a marriage agreement with me. Clearly, I have some valuable use to you, isn''t that right? You said I could list down any conditions, yet you didn''t even fulfil my first conditionst night." He never carried her into the car after all. "If you know I deliberately approached you but you''re still not stopping me from getting close, surely I''m more of use to you than just helping calm your Grandma. I''d say I could even reject this ridiculous request of yours." Chapter 7: Mr Martinezs Lover Chapter 7: Mr Martinez''s Lover 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 calcted 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." "..." 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 nced at her arm, eyeing the invisible rose there beneath her sleeve. "Since you know what you''re getting yourself into, you better not y 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." "..." She hadn''t thought of that at all. ...... Raoul had sent Fleur home while Olivier went to hispany office. She was now at the dining table eating breakfast all on her own. Fleur wondered if Olivier not marrying his lover and instead, looking for a random person to deal with his Grandma was all done in the name of protecting this Virginie. After all, who would want to put up with reclusing for two years and dealing with this...divine crisis? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. "Camille." "Ah, Miss Leroy, what can I do for you?" Camille was particrly polite with Fleur. She thought the young woman might be difficult to get along with since Fleur never really showed any emotion, so Camille stayed polite to avoid offending the young woman. "Who is Mr Martinez''s lover?" "Huh?" Camille was concerned about offending Fleur with her answer, so she dodged the question. "I don''t know, Miss." Fleur nced at the bangle on Camille''s wrist. "If you had the money to buy a bangle worth tens of thousands of dors, I''d guess you would have quit this job by now. It''s clearly a woman''s bangle, and even though it has a crack on the side ruining its wholeness you still handle it with care, taking it off when you were cooking earlier. If it''s that precious to you..." It was obvious someone who did not want the bangle anymore gave it to her. Camille was coloured red with embarrassment. "Mr Martinez''s lover gifted this to you?" "Y-yes," Camille stammered. "If Miss Leroy is not happy, I can take it off immediately." "It''s alright, Camille, I only wished to know about her more. After all, I am Mr Martinez''s..." She considered her choice of words. "...official girlfriend. Know thy enemy and all that." "I see." "How about this, I''ll buy that bangle off you for the price of a brand new one on market right now. You can use the money to buy a new one, or save it up." Camille''s eyes lit up at that. After all, the bracelet was indeed wed now with its cracked side, no longer worth as much as it did. Plus, a couple hundred thousand in cash right now would definitely help her family outpared to a bangle. "Thank you, Miss Leroy." "You''re wee. Come, sit. Let''s talk about Virginie." Chapter 8: Intentions Clear as Day Chapter 8: Intentions Clear as Day Two hourster, Camille led Fleur to her guestroom-turned bedroom. The smell of floor-cleaner was still fresh and crisp in the air. "Do let me know if you need anything else." "I will. That''s all for now, thank you." Fleur then continued, "ce the bangle here. I''ll transfer the money to youter." "Thank you, Miss." Camille bowed then left the room. After she left, Fleur carefully studied the bracelet. It was entirely iid with minuscule diamonds that glimmered and shed in the light. Fleur thought it seemed to be one ofst year''s limited edition pieces from some famous jewellery brand. If she recalled correctly, there were only 100 of this all across the world. Its price was 250 thousand dors at the time, a true moniker of elite luxury. But with this crack, its value would have, unfortunately, dropped to less than 100 thousand dors. Fleur took a picture of the bangle. ...... Moor Mansion, Y City''s tallest skyscraper, was a cityndmark with 88 floors. It was one of the few eight-star hotels out there, and had even open up international franchises. Olivier Martinez exited the offices with his assistant Yves nc behind him. They reached the ground floor lobby, polished floors reflecting his tall stature. Dressed in a suit and tie, exuding pure upper-ss energy, Olivier was a beacon in the lobby. A waiter who caught his eye trembled and quickly looked away. Olivier''s phone beeped He did not recognise the number that came with the text message. A picture of a bangle studded with diamonds was attached with the caption: "Do you think it looks good?" What was interesting about this message was not that he was asked if this bangle looked good, but rather... Olivier''s eyes grew cold. He tucked away his mobile phone and ordered Yves, "Call Raoul. Tell him to transfer two million to Miss Leroy''s ount immediately." "Yes, sir." The only expression on Olivier''s face was a rigid iciness set into his jaw. "She sure asks for money in a roundabout way," He thought. Twenty minutester, two million dors was gone from his bank ount. Thirty minutes after that, Raoul reported that Miss Leroy had spent 300 thousand dors within five minutes of the money transferred to her ount. ...... Fleur has spent the entire day in the Night Vi, with Camille happily attending to her beck and call after the amount she had just been paid for the bangle. Camille got off of work at seven in the evening, leaving Fleur alone in the house. A car returned three hourster. Fleur''s shut eyes reacted to the sound of the engine. Olivier did not switch the lights on as he entered. He quietly went upstairs to his bedroom and headed for the shower. He only came out half an hourter, ignoring the knocking on his door. He lit a cigarette on the balcony as he had done for many years, exhaling puffs of smoke. The persistent knocking on his door began to annoy him. The man extinguished his cigarette and went to open the door. Before he could though, it opened up from the other side, revealing Fleur who was leaning against the doorway. "Hello. Can Ie in?" For many yearster, Olivier would recall that his love and dedication to this woman began from this very moment. She was in a ck sling tank top, hair loose around her shoulders. Her smile reached all the way to her eyes, giving her a charming, radiant look. Her beauty was as stunning as ever. The rose on her arm seemed to exude an enticing poppy-like fragrance. Olivier stared at her. "You might as well havee here naked." Her intentions were clear as day. "Nonsense, I''m just cold. The guestroom bed is stiff and hurts my back." Her eyes twinkled. "Your bed N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. should be soft and warm." "You want to sleep in my bed?" "Mhm." "And then sleep with me?" "..." The glimmer in Fleur''s eyes brightened. She smiled and asked, "Is that okay with you?" Chapter 9: Rejected Marriage Proposal Chapter 9: Rejected Marriage Proposal In the twilit darkness of the room, Fleur''s beauty shone like an enticing floral bloom. But Olivier remained unreadable. Hisnguid posture portrayed a dull unaffectedness in the dark, immune to any probing eye. He spoke up after a while. "Well then. I suppose if you''ve prepped yourself all this way, even going so far with your pillow, you would be prepared to be humiliated as well." Fleur said nothing. "As you wish then," Olivier grunted. "Get out." ...... Back in her room, Fleur did not find herself feeling humiliated at all. Everything wasing along just as she predicted, including how quickly Olivier had sent two million dors her way immediately after sending him that picture. "Meow," Lulu called, appearing from some hidden corner. It nestled in Fleur''sp. Fleur turned off the lights andid down, stroking its fur. Ten minutester, an engine revved outside the Night Vi. Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. Olivier Martinez exited the building. A man could only have one reason to be going out at thiste. Two minutester, Odette called. "What?" "Come over, you''ll want to see this for yourself." ...... The Stunning Club''s parking lot resembled a luxury car festival, though it had only been founded half a year ago. When Fleur arrived, she recognised the Toyota Land Cruiser that belonged to Olivier. She did not see him anywhere in the club, instead, she saw Odette at the bar in a spaghetti strap dress, hair around her waist with a cigarette in one hand and a ss of wine in another. She was looking sexy as ever. Men stayed in her vicinity, wanting to approach but scared to at the same time. Being Y City''s most beautiful woman, not many men could brave the task of striking up a conversation with her. Fleur strode over to her, covering the rim of her ss with a hand. "Didn''t you quit smoking?" Fleur nodded towards Odette''s cigarette. Odette grasped her cigarette, her lean hand pairing perfectly with the slivers of smoke. Her secretive smile betrayed an unspeakable past. "Would you like one?" "No, and I won''t tolerate secondhand smoke either. Put it out." "..." Odette narrowed her eyes and stared at Fleur. "What makes you think you can order me around? I''m Odette Durand, even Olivier Martinez listens to me." "So? Will you do as I say or not?" Odette grumbled, "Fine, but only because I like you." She put out her cigarette and got up, hooking her arm with Fleur''s. "Let''s go." As soon as the two left, everyone began gossiping about Odette and the woman she left with. Odette was known by all to be Y City''s number one beauty, but Fleur...was even more beautiful than her. ...... The hallway down to the bathroom was filled with countless couples in varying stages of passion. Most if not all of them recognised Olivier. It was hard not to. Olivier had a drunk, crying woman by his side. She was unsteady on her feet, having to cling to him while sobbing her eyes out. He held her close without a word. Fleur was serenely staring at them, gaze never leaving the pair. "Virginie Lopez, Olivier''s lover," Odette introduced, "Olivier himself never drinks. Someone threatened him to with a gun once, but he still didn''t drink." "Looks like you''re much more useful than a gun then." Olivier had managed to break that rule of his two nights ago. "It wasn''t me," Odette said, "He drank himself that night, after his marriage proposal to that very woman in his arms was rejected." Chapter 10: Hands All Over You Chapter 10: Hands All Over You Ah, so Olivier''s marriage proposal was rejected, that was why he drank that night...which also opened up a window for Odette to interfere, and in turn, Fleur to strike. So registering for this marriage certificate with herself not only solved Grandma''s issue but also gave a ring signal to Virginie herself. If Fleur went and reclused with the Martinez family''s Grandma for two years, never to leave the house throughout, Olivier could do whatever he pleased outside, continue living his life with his lover. After two years of reclusing, Olivier could spin up a random reason to divorce Fleur, and that would be that. He would not be affected at all. It was apparent now this marriage certificate that bound Fleur and Olivier together would benefit the man greatly. That nk sheet of paper now seemed to make a lot more sense. Fleur tucked her hands in her pockets. She asked in a cold and calm manner, "You don''t seem to like Virginie very much. Why else would you agree to help me set him up if you knew they were together?" Odette curled her lip and sneered. "What''s to like about her? Y City once considered her to be as beautiful as me, do you think I can stand that?" Before Fleur could respond, she saw Olivier''s eyes on her. They were dark and icy. In that hooded re of his was a clear message: "You should not havee." Fleur shot him a coy smile, then strode towards him. Virginie was still clinging to him, crying, "Olivier...what can I do? I can''t forget him. How...How could he leave me..." "Enough." Olivier''s patience seemed to have worn thin. "You have to stop these thoughts. We need to get you home." Holding onto Virginie, he was prepared to ignore Fleur entirely. "Mr Martinez." Fleur called, her features rosy in the pink lights of the club. She continued, "Get your hands off her." Olivier did not expect that from Fleur. He turned and stared intently at her, jaw clenched. "What did you just say?" "I said, get your hands off her." There were many crowds around them. With a big shot like Olivier himself here, with a woman on his arm and another confronting him out in public, was a scandal of the times. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched the scene y out. "How about if I got my hands on you as well? I''m sure you wouldn''t mind." Olivier raised his head briefly. Fleur was not asking for permission. He looked down at the woman in his arms after a moment, "Are you here to ckmail me for more money or pretending to be jealous just so you can sleep with me afterwards?" "If I wrote down my condition for you to cut things off with Miss Lopez, or if I write both things you just said in that paper you offered me, how would you be able to turn them down?" The noise in the walkway quickly died out following Fleur''s words. Some were astounded at Fleur''s audacity, some wondered just howplex the trio''s story was, and some trembled at the fierce air Olivier suddenly drew up around himself. Odette, on the other hand, merely sighed in thought, "This woman is really something. Very few people would dare face Olivier Martinez like this, and it really sounds like she''s the one who hates Virginie most." A woman''s weak, groggy voice rang loud in the silence: "Olivier....who is that...?" Virginie made to life her head up, but before she could she copsed into Olivier''s arms, seeming to have passed out. Right away, Raoul, Olivier''s driver, came over. "Mr Martinez," he called. "Send her back first," Olivier ordered, letting Raoul carry Virginie away. Fleur was surprised at this turn of events, though it quickly died down with the realisation that Olivier who''s hands were now free, could exact any punishment he wanted on herself for what she did. Chapter 11: Not Just My Money, but Me as Well? Chapter 11: Not Just My Money, but Me as Well? Virginie''s body was so frail that Raoul had to hold her up. It didn''t seem like she was able to walk on her own. Just then, Virginie suddenly threw herself into Olivier''s arms. No man would refuse a beautiful weeping woman who willingly fell into their arms. "Ol...Olivier..." Virginie cried, words muffled. "Take me...back home, please...?" her voice grew hoarse from crying. No one reacted, not even Fleur. She only watched in silence, curious to know how Olivier would deal with this. Olivier''s expression was unreadable under the colourful lights of the club. He only exuded a strength that no one dared offend by even whispering about what was happening. He gently cupped Virginie''s head and said in a stern tone, "Raoul will send you back, or your driver will." Virginie did not expect that from Olivier. Neither did Fleur. Fleur had thought Olivier would have personally sent her back given he had immediatelye to her aid after a phone call. Virginie briefly nced at Fleur, then gently ducked her head in Olivier''s chest before murmuring, "Okay." That duck of her head was either a drunk ident or intended to appease Olivier. It was hard to tell which one. ...... Olivier''s brow tightened as Raoul brought Virginie back to the vehicle. It seemed like he was jealous. It was understandable, after all, watching your beloved being carried by another man. "Mr Martinez." The club manager greeted as he came over. Upon seeing Fleur, he grew quiet. "Get everyone out of the building," Olivier ordered sternly. "Very well," The manager nodded respectfully, then ordered several staff members to help shoo the masses out. The hallway was left with only three people in just a few minutes: Odette, Fleur, and Olivier. The atmosphere grew tenser as time went by. Odette''s giggling broke through the silence. She snaked over to Olivier and put a hand on his chest, gently touching him. "Why so angry? One of your women left, you still have another one there, don''t you? Besides, she''s much more beautiful than Virginie...ah!" Odette''s sentence ended with a surprised exhale. Olivier had a tight grip on her wrist now, moving it away from his chest. The pressure made Odette wince. "I had nned to let what you did slide, but here you are nosing in my business again. You really don''t think I''ll hurt you?" Pain crushed around Odette''s wrist. "Wasn''t I good to you? You failed your proposal and got drunk, so I gave you a woman to have your way with. Aren''t you pleased-ow!" She cried again. She was beginning to bend over from the sheer pain. Fleur stepped in to remove Odette''s wrist from Olivier''s grip. She turned and said to the man, "If I interrupted your chance to bed your lover tonight..." With a coy smile, Fleur continued, "...why don''t take someone else, such as me?" Odette was speechless. She could not believe Fleur''s audacity. Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org. "Sex is sex, no matter how many times it''s done. What''s more, your private life won''t have its reputation ruined if it''s me in your bed." Odette said in disbelief, "...You are quite...shameless..." Fleur ignored her. She stared back at Olivier with a smile. Olivier remained quiet for a long while. Finally, with a tinge of hoarseness in his voice, "Not just my money, but you want my body as well?" Chapter 12: You Will Not Disrespect Me Chapter 12: You Will Not Disrespect Me "Money and power are one thing, but they''re not you, Mr Martinez. If I have you, I have everything." "What are you offering then? Your body, that paper, or the deal with my Grandma?" This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. "You sound like you won''t give me a chance no matter what I do." Fleur pped back. Olivier lit a cigarette. The me of the lighter shielded any emotion that may have appeared in his eyes. He took a swig and exhaled clouds of blue-ish white smoke. "You''ve been a pain in my side the entire day. I really screwed myself over by letting you state whatever condition you like, huh?" Fleur had yed coy to get the two million this morning, thenter tried to sleep with him, and now she had managed to get Virginie to leave, all in one day. Odette wanted to know what Olivier meant by Fleur''s conditions, but Fleur''s voice interrupted her from asking. "First she refused your marriage proposal, then called you the day after to see if you were still upset at her." In the hospital elevator today Olivier had responded to Virginie that he did not have the energy to be upset with her everyday. Even an idiot would know what Virginie was doing when she asked Olivier that. "Later, after having too much to drink, she calls you toe to pick her up yet she can''t stop whining about her ex when you do. When she sees me talking to you, she tries to appease you and y coy." Fleur''s voice was tinged with mockery. "Did you look for that kind of pain in your ass yourself, Mr Martinez?" Odette was bewildered. This woman must be crazy! She would have never dared speak to Olivier like this even though they had known one another for more than a decade. But Fleur was not done. She added, "What kind of idiot looks for such a way to suffer? How can all thatpare with my piece of paper?" Odette quietly scratched her nose, her concern for Fleur was fading, reced with an interest in just how Olivier would respond. The man''s face waspletely devoid of emotion. Olivier signalled with a wave of his hand. The club manager who had been waiting by the side came over and greeted, "Yes, sir." "Take her away." Olivier pointed at Odette with a lift of his chin. "Uh..." He was just a club manager, not someone who could move, let alone touch, someone like Odette Durand. "Would you rather I do it?" Olivier said in a low voice. Odette clicked her tongue, resigned. "Fine, I''ll leave you two alone. Just remember before you do anything to her, she''s my friend." With that, Odette left. ...... Only Fleur and Olivier were left in the hallway now. There was ufortable stuffiness in the air as the two faced one another. Olivier silently walked towards Fleur, a fierce, dark air around him. It made Fleur tremble for just a second. She wasn''t sure if that was what made her notice a strong masculine scenting off from Olivier. It made her shiver. Until pain rang through her lower jaw, jolting straight to her brain. It felt like her bones were cracking. ... Olivier''s stone-cold face was inches away from her. "Do you think I''m an idiot who would make a deceitful, troublemaking snake such as yourself my wife?" Fleur could not speak. Olivier had a tight, painful grip on her. "Fleur Leroy, you can make a fuss, or pretend to be jealous, but you will not disrespect me." Chapter 13: Flowers for Olivier Chapter 13: Flowers for Olivier By the time Fleur exited The Stunning Club, Olivier''s Land Cruiser had already left. The lights at the entrance shone in dazzling colours, contrasting with the already cold September weather. Fleur was only d in a singleyer ck dress, looking pristine and indescribably seductive in the night. Her beauty was absolutely wless. She went to the parking lot after a while, heading straight for a parked Ferrari. Upon opening the door, the acrid stench of smoke wafted out. Without hesitation, Fleur grabbed the cigarette from Odette''s hand and flicked it into a nearby trash bin. "..." Odette still posed as if about to take a swig of smoke. She narrowed her eyes at Fleur and said, "First you offended Olivier, and now you offended me. Do you think you can stay here in Y City if you keep this up?" "If I want to stay in this city, no one''s getting in my way, not even the Governor." "...How are you so arrogant? You''ve never mentioned any big leagues covering your back." Fleur closed her eyes and leaned back in her seat, not answering Odette. Even in her deep silence, her beauty remained. Odette stared at her with a faint smile. "I''m getting more curious about you as time goes by. I''ve never met a woman as bold as you. First approaching Olivier through me, then that scene you made tonight, looks like you really do like him." "He''s the eldest son of the Martinez family: rich, influential, and sexy. Who wouldn''t like him?" "So you making a scene in public was an act of seduction?" Fleur opened her eyes but said nothing. "Or was that not your original n? Did you just get jealous when you saw him holding Virginie Lopez so close and lost it?" Fleur stayed silent, eyes looking ahead into the club''s colourful lights. "What''s your motive here, to have Olivier all to yourself, or just for him to not have Virginie by his side?" Fleur''s hostility towards Virginie had never been more apparent. After a while, Fleur began, "Having him to myself, and not allowing them to be together, are actually the This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. same thing." "But how are you going to deal with Virginie? Everyone knows Olivier is head over heels for her. Once, he even sent a private jet to her while she was in the country just to give her a steak dinner?It was the talk of the city for months on end, how much Olivier spoiled and indulged Virginie." Fleur had heard that from Camille earlier. "Fleur Leroy, you can make a fuss, or pretend to be jealous, but you will not disrespect me." Her chin throbbed with a numb, fuzzy pain. "You''re not special, understand? I could find any woman to do this in your ce, and they would be more than happy to for a family like mine. If that happens, there won''t be any ce for you in this city anymore." That was what Olivier had said afterwards. Who still believed in fortune-tellers at this age? And to think, it was the Martinez family who did, a family as proud and influential as theirs... If word got out, they would be the city''sughing stock. Hence, to keep it a secret, Fleur as his ''ex-wife'' would naturally have to be ''silenced'', most likely being banished from Y City and never to return. Odette started the Ferrari and left the parking lot as Fleur remained in deep thought. Halfway on the road, they happened upon a flower shop. "Stop here," Fleur said. Odette stopped the car. Fleur entered the shop and came out with a flower bouquet a minuteter. They were deep red roses that matched her tattoo. "What are you up to...?" Fleur picked a flower petal, delicate and beautiful, drops of water still clinging onto it. She smiled coquettishly at Odette, her feminity shining through her demeanour, strong enough to cut ss. She was gorgeous. "I''m going to cajole Olivier." "..." Odette sneered. "What''s with all these tricks of yours? Why not just find a way to get him drunk again and then deal with him?" "How can you be so sure things will end up with sex if that happens?" "Oh, I''m sure." Odette idly tapped on the steering wheel with her well-manicured nails. "He''s allergic to alcohol, but unlike other people, he can''t hold his drink past half a ss of wine. After getting drunk, if he continues drinking he won''t get those disgusting hives people usually get, instead his body goes into shock from the alcohol." "...How do you know all this?" "Back then when I was still quite the celebrity, I wanted to sleep with him, but he thwarted many of my attempts." After a long pause, Fleur said, "...So you held a gun to his head and forced him to drink?" "Of course I did. Who else did you think could have the guts to do that?" Chapter 14: You Want to Dig Your Grave That Badly? Chapter 14: You Want to Dig Your Grave That Badly? The Toyota Land Cruiser sped through the night, cutting a silver light along the highway. It was as if it were the king of the road, leading the other cars along. The sound of a phone ringing broke the silence. "Speak." A single emotionless syble was uttered. "Mr. Martinez, Miss Lopez sprained her ankle and is currently running a fever. Would you...like toe over...?" "Is she my daughter? Do I have to deal with every trouble she gets into?" Olivier''s face darkened. "If she''s ill, send her to the hospital. Do you think she''ll recover just by talking to me? Idiot. Quit your job if you don''t know how to get things done." "I sincerely apologise, sir, it''s my fault." Raoul broke out in cold sweat as he listened to the conversation. This had never happened before. In the past, Mr. Martinez would be rushing over at the first instance upon hearing such news. "I''ll send Miss Lopez to the hospital right away." Mr. Martinez was not in a good mood tonight, that was evident. Olivier tossed away his phone, knuckles around the steering wheel turning white as he gripped them tightly. ...... An hourter, the Land Cruiser arrived at the Oriental Estate. Olivier swiftly entered the vi. The lights were not on downstairs, but he was used to the dark anyways. He made his way to his room without so much as fumbling. Upon opening the bedroom door, a floral fragrance wafted out. From where was at the doorway, he saw a single hazy orange glow lit in the room, giving off a romantic aura. Fleur sat on his sofa, d in a white bathrobe, long hair falling off her shoulders. She had a coquettish look on her face with her chin cupped in one hand. She looked much like a wife weing her husband back home. Her soft demeanour carried her stunning beauty, making the already romantic air more irresistible. It made one want to admire her beauty like a piece of art, and at the same time tear her clothes off and listen to her moans. Olivier narrowed his eyes and stared at her for a moment, then pushed the door wide open before switching the lights on. There was a bouquet of flowers in front of Fleur that he did not notice until now. He had been too distracted by her beauty to notice earlier. Fleur thought to herself, "Is this man that dense? Why did he switch the lights on? It''ll ruin the vibe." "What is this? Trying to seduce me again?" Olivier said without moving from where he was. "I came to apologise to you." Fleur beamed at him, calmly pointing at the roses. "These are for you. They''re fresh." Olivier nced at the flowers. Even though he was a good two meters away from them, he could clearly see a card between the blooms with beautifully-written words: "I''m sorry." Of course, Fleur had deliberately written those words that big a size. She wanted Olivier to be able to immediately see them. Olivier closed his eyes. He could not tolerate this anymore.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org. "Get the hell up." He growled coldly. Fleur obediently stood up. "Leave!" Olivier unbuttoned his cor, teeth grinding against one another. As soon as Fleur got up, Olivier walked away from her. But as they passed one another, Fleur suddenly dove into his arms. Her womanly fragrance filled his nose, and he felt soft lips on his own a second Fleur stood on tiptoe, arms around his neck as she kissed him. Her eyes were soft were gentle when she pulled away. "I won''t disrespect you anymore. Don''t be angry with me, please." "Fleur Leroy." Olivier''s voice was ice cold yet carried a powerful timbre, like that of a roaring tiger. "You''ve caused enough mess today for me for a lifetime!" Fleur had not given him a break throughout the entire day. His eyes were filled with an iprehensible darkness. He gripped her waist with one hand, and said, "You want to dig your own grave that badly?" Chapter 15: Call From Virginie Chapter 15: Call From Virginie Her expression remained the same, but secretly the grip Olivier had on her waist was punishingly tight, so tight that it made her want to wince. He really was not in the mood to be careful tonight. Fleur blinked coyly, saying with a hint of begging in her tone, "I really dide to apologize to you. Please don''t be angry." Ah! She cried in pain internally. His grip on her waist tightened even further. Fleur reluctantly leaned back, staring at him with furrowed brows. "Can''t you be a little gentler?" She said with a hint of anger. Olivier''s face swiftly changed like that of a thunderstorm, ready to devour anything in its path. Fleur pursed her lips and stared at him afterwards. A momentter, Olivier lowered his head to kiss her on the lips. The sudden kiss made the situation spark with a dangerous attraction. Fleur could not control herself, she wanted to touch him but her hands were caught in a grip. When she opened her eyes, she gave a suggestive look to Olivier. "What''s wrong? Are you not going to continue? Or should I?" Fleur''s eyes shed with a keen fierceness as she spoke. Olivier badly wished to seize that sharpness, but it was swiftly reced with Fleur''s appeasing charm. Olivier stared at her expressionlessly. Finally, Fleur reached into his pocket and got out his buzzing phone. Virginie was calling. It had been ringing since before they kissed. She stuffed the phone back into Olivier''s pocket, gently skirting her fingers across his chest. Olivier instantly fell upon her, his aura raging with strong intent. However, the vi fell into the darkness secondster from a power outage. In the dark, Fleur met Olivier''s eyes and saw how ck they were. There was no carnal desire there. He stared at her like a fierce wolf that only wished to tear at its prey. Fleur''s heart skipped a beat. Olivier...was really angry. "You want it that bad?" Fleur pouted. "Mhm." Her soft, mewling voice lit the fires in Olivier''s eyes. She was panting with excitement. "What did I say? There won''t be anything else in this arrangement besides what we agreed on! Go fantasize somewhere else!" ...... Only after chain-smoking five cigarettes on the balcony did his anger roused by that woman finally begin to cease. The billowy grey smoke from his exhale was quickly washed out by the dark night. Olivier stood tall in the night wind, the night shading his dark eyes. His phone rang again. This was the first text message he received after not picking up two calls. Virginie''s text wrote, "Olivier, have you gone to bed? You''re angry with me aren''t you? I''m really sorry. Please let me make it up to you with lunch tomorrow, if you''re free?" ...... Fleur Leroy did not sleep well at all throughout the night due to the soreness in her waist. She knew clearly if Virginie had not called Olivier would not have treated her that way. First with Master Olivier''s proposal being refused was embarrassing enough, and now that person who refused him kept on harassing him. It was strange how Olivier did not even look at his phone to know Virginie was the one calling him. He must have received manyte night calls from her. Olivier was gone early in the morning the next day. Fleur''s waist hurt so much, she had Thierry send her to the hospital Her waist had grew swollen. After applying medication and whatnot, it was already eleven by the time she left the hospital. Just then, Fleur saw Virginie Lopez herself leaving the hospital, with Olivier''s personal driver Raoul This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. fetching her. Chapter 16: How Could Master Olivier Possibly Resist My Seduction? Chapter 16:How Could Master Olivier Possibly Resist My Seduction? Raoul felt embarrassed upon seeing Fleur and Miss Lopez meeting one another. He knew the messy rtionship they were involved in with Mr. Martinez. "Miss Leroy," He still greeted politely. Fleur said, "Go back to the car first." Raoul obediently got in the car. Wearing a long ck dress with a dark green windbreaker by her shoulders and stilettos on her feet, Fleur looked the epitome of mature charm. The sunsses she wore entuated the curve of her smile too. "Miss Lopez," she greeted first. Compared to Fleur, Virginie was dressed much more reservedly. If Fleur was a red rose of passion, Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. Virginie would be an elegant wood chrysanthemum, decked with different qualities of beauty. A woman who once was on par with Odette Durand, who rejected even Olivier, naturally had her own charisma. "Fleur Leroy? I''ve heard Raoul mention you. Your name is beautiful, but you yourself is even more so," Virginie said gently. "If all we''re going to do is throw praises at one another, then we can end things right now and just leave." Just as Fleur finished, Thierry drove the car over to wait by her side. "I''ll cut to the chase then." Virginie was shorter than Fleur, so she had to look up at Fleur while speaking. Fleur''s beauty was wless, Virginie thought. There was a popr saying, that two women did not need weapons topete with one another. One only needed to be more beautiful than the other to win. Virginie''s ced a hand into her pocket so the clench of her fist remained unseen. "What''s your rtionship with Olivier?" "I''m his girlfriend." "That''s impossible," Virginie denied it almost instantly. A mocking smile crossed Fleur''s face. "Do you think it''s impossible because he proposed to you yet you rejected him, plus with all these years of him pampering you?" Virginie''s lips trembled. "It doesn''t matter to me that you don''t believe me. You can think of it as me pursuing him then." "Is that so?" "Miss Lopez," Fleur crossed her arms, a frosty air quickly shrouding her. "I am officially pursuing Olivier, so please don''t call him after you get wasted, and don''t go dashing into his arms like some baby deer. It irritates me." Virginie said in restrained calm, "Since there''s no actual rtionship between the both of you, why should I care whether you''re irritated or not?" "So you''re saying you''ll still do those things." "Whether or not I will is none of your concern. The both of you aren''t even in a rtionship yet. Olivier has many admirers you know." And he doesn''t need another one, Virginie thought. Fleur gave a smirk, her pearly white teeth showing. Her expression had charming exquisiteness to it. Everything else paled inparison. "Sure, he has many admirers. But I am Fleur Leroy, how could Master Olivier possibly resist my seduction?" Virginie''s eyes showed panicked in that very instant. This panic arose not just from Fleur''s strong confidence of winning Olivier''s heart, but also her undeniable beauty, charm and radiant determination. Virginie could notpare at all. She had already lost. One other reason she panicked was because, she had a strong feeling that Fleur may very likely win Olivier''s heart through and through. ...... After getting on the car, Virginie twisted the hem of her shirt for a long time before asking, "Raoul, who is this Fleur Leroy? How does she know Olivier?" "I am not sure, miss." Raoul really did not know. Mr Martinez had never mentioned or had Miss Leroy by her side. She just appeared out of nowhere. No, to rephrase, Mr Martinez had never had a romantic interest besides Miss Lopez. Until now. There was no missed call on Virginie''s phone, no response to her text message to Olivier. He had once again rejected her lunch invitation. Chapter 17: He Might Have Married Miss Lopez Chapter 17: He Might Have Married Miss Lopez Camille greeted Fleur when she got back. She was particrly hospitable towards the young woman, given thetter had given her five times the price of the bangle on market prior. "Is there anything you''d like to eat for lunch, miss? I bought many local delicacies." Fleur bloomed a faint smile. "Anything is fine." "I''ll whip something up then." "Okay." Fleur nodded and made to go to her room. Her waist ached all the while. When she reached the stairs, Lulu saw her, ran down, and crouched in preparation to jump. Lulu''s fat weightnded into Fleur''s arms, jolting her waist. Fleur winced in pain but said nothing. "Miss Leroy, this is Samuel from the Muller family, the one you asked me to look for." Just then, Camille came by, handing her a photograph. Fleur took it. The man in the photo stood beneath a tree, a youthful, charming smile on his face. He carried a warmth about him, like a reliable cypress. Fleur''s fingers clutching the photo turned white. "Master Samuel really was a wonderful man. He was our Master''s friend as well as Miss Lopez''s. When Miss Lopez heard he was the number one bachelor every girl in Y City wished to marry, she was determined to marry him. s, he passed away a year and a half ago. People said it was suicide." Camille sighed. "Even I don''t understand why a good man like him would do that." "There were others who said he was killed, though no killer was ever found. It really is a pity, if he was still alive he might have married Miss Lopez, and our Master would not have to suffer so..." "Meow! Meow!" Lulu yowled loudly, trying to w away. Camille looked and saw Fleur had dug her hands deep into the cat''s fur, gripping its neck hard. Camille then saw how frozen Miss Leroy''s face was, as if too shocked to speak or react. Before Camille could really try and read her expression, Fleur released her grip on the cat and held it gently to her chest, not letting go no matter how much it struggled. "It sounds like you know a lot about this, Camille." Fleur''s voice carried a trembling iciness. Camille got frightened. "I...Did I say something wrong? I-I''m really sorry!" There was a sharp, fierce ckness in Fleur''s eyes, though suppressed. It reminded Camille of an angry typhoon. She said, "Never talk about Samuel Muller in this house ever again." "...Yes, miss." Camille trembled, agreeing without hesitation. Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. After returning to her room, Fleur set Lulu and the photo down. Her clothes and hands were covered in cat fur, but she did not bother to clean those off. She merely stared at the photo, trembling fingers slowly closing into a fist. Lulu meowed at her, as ifining about how rough she was treated earlier. Fleur went and sat down at her bed, staring at the photo once more. She reached out as if to pick it up, but quickly retracted her fingers at first contact, as if the man''s beaming smile cut her. Lulu looked at her master, not understanding at all why Fleur''s face became so pale all of a sudden. ...... Night-time. The Stunning Club was still filled to the brim with patrons, lights shing wildly. Fleur wandered back and forth in the club. Her waist was finally feeling better after resting. The sound of her heels clicking on the floor still drew an inviting attention onto her. Standing on the third floor, Fleur watched the women on stage dancing, bringing the club''s atmosphere to a peak. This was such a stagnant night. She shook her head and prepared to leave. Just then, her eyes spot a man dressed entirely in ck about 200 meters away. The overhead lights lit his entire face up in full view. Fleur felt chills shoot down her spine. Chapter 18: This Woman is Under My Protection Chapter 18: This Woman is Under My Protection The man entered a private room. Fleur remained where she was. It took her a while to settle down. When she did, she ordered a bottle of wine to be sent to that room. She knocked on the door. "Come in." Fleur entered the room. There were not many people, only four men and two women in the midst of karaoke. They stopped immediately upon seeing her. Thebined worth of these four men was likely more than Y City''s GDP for at least several years. Naturally, Olivier was also here, wearing a white shirt. Beside him was the mysterious man in ck. The atmosphere turned awkward as Fleur stood there, her The Stunning Club radiating brightest in the room. Fleur''s bright eyes swept over everyone''s faces, including the man in ck, beforending on Olivier, whose eyes were deep and cold. Under these gazes, she strode over and sat beside Olivier, brushing his thigh as she did so. Fleur turned and looked at him with a gentle smile. "You came out without inviting me?" They were so close to each other that their breaths met. Fleur could not see Olivier''s expression in the dim light, but she could still sense an undercurrent of danger. "We''re talking official business. Leave us." "No." Fleur pointed to one of the two women and said, "Even Mathilde who won an Oscar recently is here singing for you. What business do you have that I can''t listen in on but she can?" "Fleur Leroy." Olivier grabbed her wrist and began to say something when: "Hey, you didn''t tell us you have a new girlfriend." Fleur turned to look at the speaker. It was Waldo Guerin, third son of the Han family and famous yboy. His words were directed at Olivier. "Now you do. Here''s some wine to treat you guys, think of it as a meeting gift from me to you." Fleur ced the bottle of wine on the table. Fleur felt cold eyes on her and turned around to look at the man dressed in ck. His face identical to the man in the photo earlier today. She had recovered from earlier and was calm enough to not react now. Fleur smiled in greeting, but the man stayed expressionless. "Miss, do you see any wine on our table? Why are you giving this to us?" Waldo''s eyes were lit by the dazzling neon lights as he spoke. "You''ve been with Master Olivier for only a few days haven''t you?" Don''t you know he doesn''t drink?" There was only water on their table, nothing else. "My Olivier doesn''t drink. This drink is for you." My Olivier... Fleur leaned back as if curling into Olivier''s arms, but in fact she kept a distance between them, creating a tantalizing tension. Her figure and fragrance drew the men in. Everyone thought Olivier would push her away, but not only did he not do that, he even ced an arm behind her on the sofa. This action might seem meaningless to these men, but when Olivier did it, there was some sort of attractive intention in there. As if to say, "This woman is under my protection." Waldo smiled and said nothing. The man in ck picked up the wine, remarking coldly, "This wine was imported from Geulim, Israel. It''s almost impossible to buy it in the market. A bottle turned upst year. We sold it for two million dors. I imagine it would not be for sale in The Stunning Club." He looked at Fleur, eyes sharp as ck ss. "I don''t think two million dors could even buy this N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. bottle, given it''s dated 1990." Waldo said, "There''s our expert wine dealer, Simon Muller." His eyes glinted. The man called Simon Muller held the bottle with bronze hands that undoubtedly charmed lots of woman. "I''ve heard that The Stunning Club is owned by a stunningly beautiful woman, hence the name. Are you the owner, Miss Leroy?" Chapter 19: Hes Also Very Loyal to Her Chapter 19: He''s Also Very Loyal to Her Everyone held their breath in anticipation of the answer. The Stunning Club''s owner had always been mysterious. No one had ever seen her to the point where she resembled a legend. It only fueled people''s curiosity. The night club made her sound like a goddess with unrivaled beauty. You could say about half the men in the club came here just to catch a glimpse of her. But this owner never showed up no matter how much money was offered. Her ownership to thend had even been contested before just to force her to show up, but she never did. Waldo was one of the people who did that. He had used five million dors two months ago just to try and have her show up, but to no avail. "Oh my." Fleur gave a gentleugh, as if wanting to keep a low profile, yet there was still an undeniable proudness about her. "I am indeed." Waldo clutched his heart and gasped internally, "My god!" Olivier nced at her briefly but his expression did not change. Simonughed, as if mocking her. "This is truly a privilege then. Some idiots threw hundreds of millions of dors just to see you but you never showed up once. What made you decide to grace us with your presence tonight?" He nced at Olivier. "Because of my Olivier here," Fleur said brightly. "Treating his friends is decent manners. The cost of this wine doesn''t bother me." "You''re pursuing him?" Simon asked. "Isn''t it obvious?" "Isn''t that creating your own suffering? Everyone in Y City knows Master Olivier has someone he''s romantically interested in already, and he''s so very loyal to her." Waldo chirped, eyes beaming with interest. Fleur looked at Olivier. In the dim light, his sharp eyes carried a faint but handsome indifference. Fleur curled her lips. "It''s reaching the highest target possible that brings the fun, whether it''s the process or the result. Not to mention this is Master Olivier himself. Wouldn''t that be such an aplishment?" Waldo clutched his chest again, "Any chance you''de for this target then?" He cried internally: "Damn, and to think all the money he wasted!" Just as Fleur was about to speak, Olivier who had not spoken until now, said: "Get out." Waldo blinked but did not respond. The others also looked at him strangely. Olivier rose and swept his gaze over all of them. "None of you can afford this wine." Bullshit, we''re not dirt poor. Many of the people left without a word. One of the singers stared at Fleur for a moment, contempt evident in her eyes, before leaving. As Simon reached the door, he turned back around, eyes falling onto Fleur. She curled her fingers. Simon then turned back to pick up the wine. "Miss Leroy, could you gift this wine to me?" Fleur did not expect that at all. Her fingers had curled into a fist by this point. His face was so like Samuel''s. "O..." Before she finished, Olivier''s voice came from behind her, "Do you want some shit to go with that?" "..." Fleur was speechless. Simon stared at Olivier, who stared back. One was dark and restrained while the other was probing. Their invisible confrontation seemed to solidify something, as if raising a chip in a game of poker. This chip for a example, being a woman. This woman, for example, being Fleur Leroy. "I''ll buy it then. Name your price." "It''s not for sale." Olivier had never held Fleur on his own ord, but he always had this knack of hooking people in without having to move. Fleur was undoubtedly hooked in. "Olivier." Simon smiled. "I''lle and get it another day. You don''t drink anyways, so you won''t be worried about losing this wine." He seemed to hint at something. Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org. Simon left without another word. Chapter 20: I Will Be the Thief of Your Heart Chapter 20: I Will Be the Thief of Your Heart Only Fleur and Olivier remained in the room. On the big screen, paused song lyrics remained. Fleur back onto the sofa as if exhausted from speaking. She looked at Olivier, who just happened to look at her. Their eyes met. He was a cold and proud man. Undeniably attractive. "You know Simon Muller?" "His name is Simon?" Olivier did not say anything. He thought she did not know Simon based on what she said. He would based on their interactions. When Simon looked at Fleur, he looked at her like looking at a prospective partner. Olivier leaned back and narrowed his eyes. Fleur buried herself in his chest, her sweet scent washing over him from the top of her head. Olivier furrowed his eyebrows. He was about to pull her off when she nuzzled against his chest like a cat all the way from his chest to his shoulder. Fleur stared at him coyly. "Cat got your tongue?" She inhaled his strong vibrant scent, "My waist aches, could you help me massage it a little?" Olivier stared at her emotionlessly. He spoke after a moment, ignoring her flirtations. "You''re no ordinary woman, huh?" There was an attractive lilt in his voice. Fleur pouted as if she wanted to kiss him. Olivier threw a quick, snapping gaze that said "No." Fleur said, "How could a night club ownerpare with yourself?" She nuzzled her head against his chin. Olivier grabbed her chin, pinching her lips. They were wet and plump. "Even Waldo''s five million couldn''t get you to reveal yourself. Now you show up, willing to give away millions of dors. Are you here for me or for Simon?" The dim light shaded any ws on one''s face, only leaving her shinning beauty. Fleur was stunning on her own. Now with her lips being entuated by Olivier, it added several notes of yful shyness to her demeanour. She deliberately pursed her lips and released them, lips red from the gesture. Olivier felt a wave of heat rush into him. He instantly loosened his grip. "Of course I''m here for you." Fleur nuzzled against him. "Why else would I bring my precious wine out? It''s so expensive." "You saw me?" "I didn''t." "Then how did you know I was here?" Fleur circled her arms around his waist. "I saw Simon Muller outside. Earlier today, Camille showed me a photo of the Muller family''s eldest son and said that he was Miss Lopez''s sweetheart, but died a year and a half ago, by unnatural means. I''m wondering if they are twins." "You''re all in the same circle. If the Muller family''s second son is here, you won''t be far." Olivier''s breath was slightly uneven. He tugged Fleur''s hand away but she only held on again, leaning against him. "So in the end you''re still here for Simon Muller?" "Are you jealous?" Olivier closed his eyes, a vein twitching in his neck. "Get off of me." Fleur ignored him. "Didn''t I tell you I''m set on having you to myself? I would naturally have to know my love rivals, yes? Isn''t Samuel Muller the reason Miss Lopez rejected your proposal?" N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. Olivier was silent. Fleur stared at him, his features were exquisitely handsome. When light shone in his eyes, the maic darkness in them was enough to drown a person. Fleur held his face with one hand and said, "I''vee to steal your heart. Olivier. I will be the thief of your heart." Beside them on the screen, the lyrics paused wrote: Here you are, thief of my heart, I am defenseless against you." Chapter 21: Were You Not Paying Attention? Chapter 21: Were You Not Paying Attention? Fleur got off work early because of Master Olivier. She went home with Olivier in his car. Halfway back, she bought another bouquet of flowers and gave it to Olivier. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. "This is for you." Olivier did not even look at it. He grabbed the flowers and threw it into the trash can nearby. "......" Fleur shook her head and sighed. Neither of them spoke when they got back, retreating to each other''s bedrooms. After Olivier finished his shower, Fleur showed up again just likest night, in ck pajamas and clutching a pillow. She carried the same charm and sensuality, the only difference tonight andst night was that she did not even knock or ask to join Olivier tonight. Tonight Fleur fell right into his bed and dove beneath the covers. She turned to look at Olivier with bright eyes. The ends of Olivier''s hair were still dripping with water. He wiped his face with a towel, eyes as cold as if they had trapped frost. "Get out." His two uttered words were terribly calm. Fleur turned to her side and continued looking at him. "No. I want to sleep here tonight." Olivier threw his towel away and strode forward to bear down against her with his strong arms. His manly scent surrounded Fleur. "I''ve said already. No sexual rtions. Were you paying attention at all?" "I didn''t say that. I just want to sleep." "..." Fleur reached out to tug Olivier''s robe sash loose. Her eyes ran across his muscles,nding on a...scar? Before she could examine further, Olivier snatched the sash from her hand. It did not hurt. Sure, there was a fierceness to it, beneath it was a curious amorosity. Olivier stood up. "You really want to sleep here?" "Mhm." The man turned around and immediately left the room. Fleur smiled at his retreating back. Olivier did not seem to mind being physically closer to her at all. ...... Olivier worked on some work documents in his study for two hours. It was already midnight when he finished. He habitually reached for his phone in his pocket but remembered it was in his bedroom. And in his bedroom... He pinched the space between his eyebrows, face tight. Getting up and about ready to leave, he heard a faint meow. There was a cat somewhere. His vi had never had animals like this. The meow came from the guest room. Olivier strode over and entered the guest room. Two dark green eyes, clear as agate, met his. He switched on the lights. The cat just stood there staring at him. There was a fragrance in the air that had not been here before. It was new, just like Fleur. In addition to the fragrance, there was also the stink of cat feces. The cat had defecated. Olivier frowned and instinctively turned to leave. Suddenly, he saw a photograph hanging from the side of the bed. He went over and picked it up. It was Samuel Muller. Olivier''s fingers turned white with clenching. He remembered what Simon had said: "A woman was involved in my brother''s death." ...... Strangely enough, even though Fleur was just sleeping in his bed and did not usually stay in his room, her fragrance still permeated the air. In the dark, Olivier slowly walked to the bedside. The moonlight outside lit Fleur''s skin white as snow, rosy as cherry blossoms. The blood red rose tattoo on her resting arm shone bright in the night, a seductive quality to it. Olivier stroked it gently. He remembered that after Samuel''s death, the police had found a rose in his pocket. Chapter 22: Do You Have No Shame at All? Chapter 22: Do You Have No Shame at All? It was morning. Fleur was used to waking up very early, when the sky was still dark. When she opened her eyes she was covered with deep-coloured, fresh sheets. She was the only one in bed. Sitting up, she saw Olivier on the sofa. She tiptoed to him and observed him in his sleep. Even in his sleep he was so rigid. In deep sleep, his handsome features were especially attractive, as if his face was a masterful painting. Fleur pulled off the quilt on Olivier''s body. Just when he began waking up, Fleur quickly climbed onto him. Holding onto his neck, Fleur smelled how clean his body was. Strong and manly. But at that moment Olivier turned to his side, sandwiching her between his body and the sofa. "Fleur Leroy." Olivier''s eyes were clear as day. "Do you have no shame at all?" "When ites to you, I don''t care about shame." Olivier''s nced down as Fleur timidly hooked her legs around him. "Why are you so stubborn?" Fleur raised a brow and asked. "So this is how you seduce men? Very skilled." Olivier''s low voice rang aloud. Fleur did not have much space to maneuver around, though it was clear what she was trying to do. Her eyes remained indifferent, as if she did not want to do this. Their breaths and energies mingled together. "Not just any people. Just you." She said with a fake smile. Olivier hated when she spoke like this. Her charm was strong, sure, but it only got further and further lost as she tried to force things to happen. "Get up." Olivier had finally lost his patience. Since when did Fleur obey him? Her eyes were bright as sparkling spring water. She said, "The second condition." On that offer Olivier gave her. "Kiss me." Fleur raised her lips. Olivier frowned and gripped her leg as if intent on crushing it. "Alright, alright, I''ll change it." Fleur was not dumb. "No kissing. Hold me to sleep." "Fleur," Olivier said through gritted teeth. "You seriously want me to retract my offer and banish you out of Y City?" Fleur blinked and said in aining tone, "So now you''re going back on your word? I''ll be secluded for two years when I go to your Grandma''s ce. Right now I just want you to hold me to sleep for a while, and you won''t even do that. Were you lying to me all this time about your offer? Trying to deceive me into marriage?" Olivier''s eyes darkened but he said nothing. Seeing his silence, Fleurid down and curled a hand close around him. "Why don''t you find someone else to enter into this agreement then? Though if you find someone uglier than Virginie, you might be Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. "Be quiet!" Olivier growled and pulled Fleur''s arm off him. Fleur stayed quiet. Virginie really was a touchy subject. "Then..." She squirmed a little. "You..." "Say another word and I''m kicking you out." Fine. Fleur quietlyid, hugging his waist. She covered their legs with the quilt. Olivier''s heavy heartbeat slowed. She could tell he was holding back. Chapter 23: Only Parts of a Story and Kept the Rest Hidden Chapter 23:Only Parts of a Story and Kept the Rest Hidden It was the second time Olivier had slept so close to a woman in his twenty-eight years of life, after being swaddled by his mother and nanny as a baby. He had been sleeping alone for a long time. The woman in his arms was sleeping peacefully now, but for him, it was unbearable. Olivier closed his eyes, feeling restless. "Mr. Martinez, Miss Leroy met Miss Lopez at the hospital. Miss Leroy said that she was your girlfriend, and that she was pursuing you. She also said..." Raoul''s words echoed in his ears. "...how you could possibly resist her seduction." How could you possibly resist my seduction? That sentence was a direct provocation, a challenge. Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. What''s more, if Fleur said that, one could easily imagine the confidence in her tone when she did. As if she were saying, "No one can resist me." "I''vee to steal your heart. Olivier. I will be the thief of your heart." Olivier had never met such a woman. Beautiful yet carrying a darkness, loud yet gentle. Fleur had too many secrets. He wanted to figure out every bit of her, so he tolerated her actions for now. But even he himself did not know that his interest meant Fleur was something new and different to him, something he had never encountered before. Olivier suddenly opened his eyes, an indistinguishable expression shing within. Fleur tilted her head to look at him. Her eyes were clear and bright, but not the least bit innocent. Yet they had an attractiveness to them. As if they told only parts of a story and kept the rest hidden. Olivier stayed still in silence, their eyes boring into one another. The temperature gradually increased. One minuteter, He grabbed Fleur''s wandering hand. "What do you think you''re doing?" Her lips were swollen red, trembling gently. This might have seemed a deliberate show by others, but when she did it it came naturally, as if she were being coy. "You better behave yourself. My patience is wearing thin," Olivier said coldly. Fleur stared at him deeply. Olivier''s features were beautifully defined as if sculpted. Acting on her desire, she leaned in to kiss him but was quickly pushed off. ...... Half an hourter, Fleur was still lying on the sofa when Olivier came out from the bathroom. Her breathing was deep and slow, quilt wrapped around her with only her pale feet showing. She must have fallen asleep. Fleur was quite peaceful when she slept, not as irritating like just now. Olivier looked at her coldly, hands clenching tight around the sofa behind her to the point where his veins throbbed. It looked like he was about to do something but did not in the end. He left with his clothes in one hand. ...... Fleur had spent a long time sleeping in the mornings and being active at night, hence she could not sleep well, always staying up after waking. So she hadid on her stomach for half an hour, only opening her eyes once Olivier left. She turned over to face the table, her expression calm. Fleur raised her hand after a moment. Earlier, she was not actually trying to take advantage of him. She just wanted to touch the scar on his stomach. Chapter 24: Im Oliviers Woman Chapter 24: I''m Olivier''s Woman Not only that, Fleur was also very ufortable leaning back like this. Simon''s muscr arms caged her in, even his breath filled her sense. This atmosphere was too much, all thanked to him. It seemed like he did not care how Fleur would react at all. "Even if you were Olivier''s wife, I would not give a damn." his words grew arrogant and...presumptuous. "I just want to know: what was your rtionship with Samuel?" Fleur felt impatient but did not show it. "Nothing happened between us." Simon stared at Fleur. Behind her smile, Fleur''s eyes carried a mocking tinge. She still carried a beautiful charm, and as much as Simon did not want to admit it, he was attracted to her. "Before Samuel died, he not only took that priceless bottle of wine, he also transferred a hundred million dors from his bank ount. I wonder if this money is in your pocket?" Simon continued, "Are you pursuing a big league such as Olivier to seek protection " N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. "Ha!" Fleurughed out loud. She never imagined Simon''s imagination could run this wild. "Simon Muller," Fleur said. "I told you I bought that wine. Don''t point fingers here. As for where that was involved with Samuel''s death. Besides, wouldn''t I be courting death if I sought out Olivier to protect me? Olivier and Samuel were such good friends. If I had really killed Samuel, Olivier would tear me apart." In one breath, she answered all his questions. "Olivier is blind when ites to love. If he really liked you, he wouldn''t even notice if you killed him. If you killed Samuel, he would try his damnedest to protect you." "So he is that ... unique?" Fleur grinned, the red of her lips showing a natural feminine charming. Simon''s dire trying to get answers was coupled with some frustrated emotions that he did not understand himself. His brow clenched. "In that case, I''ll have to make him fall for me as soon as possible," Fleur continued. "So you admit you have something to do with Samuel''s death?" "Not that. If he likes me, I''ll be able to do whatever I want in Y City. By then, if he knows you suspected me and forced me to talk, he''d definitelye for you." Simon said nothing for a moment, then continued: "I can protect you too. How about being with me?" Fleur''s insufferable beauty led to a moment''s irrationality to spill from his words. "Only if you''re Olivier Martinez," Fleur said, his eyes gleaming. "Is Olivier that irreceable?" "Of course." Simon lowered his head and recovered himself for a moment. When he looked up, his face was calm once again. "It seems your intentions are too straightforward, as if there''s some hidden, stubborn motivation behind all this. It''s too suspicious." Fleur folded her arms over her chest, clear eyes not betraying her true colours. Everyone who saw her would only see this act of openness of hers. As if she really had no ulterior motives. "Don''t overthink it. I just really like him." Simon gave a resigned smirk and finally turned to leave. Fleur looked at him, admiring a certain charm he carried. "By the way, since you know Olivier so well, tell me, does he like me at all?" Fleur said softly. Chapter 26: To Hug Oliviers Woman Chapter 26: To Hug Olivier''s Woman Simon observed the woman''s captivating features with a tilt of his head. Her innocent expression teased him. His heart suddenly stirred hard and fast. "Why don''t you tell him how wonderful I am? I can be however he likes, sexy or cute, so he can forget about Virginie Lopez ande to me instead." The veins in Simon''s neck throbbed. He walked over and grabbed Fleur''s face, leaning down suddenly. It was not sure what he wanted to do next. At that moment, his phone rang. With Fleur''s face still in his hand, he retrieved his phone from his pocket. "Hello?" "Where are you?" Olivier''s voice rang out. "I..." "Here at..." Fleur suddenly said, but Simon silenced her with one hand the moment she spoke. His arm had reached from behind her to do so while answering the phone with another hand. It looked like he was hugging her from behind. This close, their bodily scents intermingled. Fleur could clearly see Simon''s Adam''s apple bobbing at he spoke. There was no trace of fat on his chin, giving him a masculine, handsome air. Simon''s eyes shed in warning as he nced at her, then replied to Olivier, "Is something up?" "Mhm." "I''m a little busy right now. I''ll call you back." Simon hung up then looked down at Fleur. There was a bright, cunning look in her eyes. "The audacity you have, to hug Olivier''s woman while talking to him." "...You really are bold." "That''s none of your business. Why didn''t you let me talk to Olivier?" Simon pursed his lips coldly, removing his hand. "You want to talk to him that badly?" "Well, not really," Fleur said. "Sometimes men and women need a third party''s interference to grow closer, and that interference might not even have anything to do with love. That''s the downside to men''s nature, as well as human nature. I don''t mind being a bargaining chip between you two before he falls in love with me." "..." "Usually after this kind of pursuit, beasts quickly fall in love with their prey, then keep them for their own. Young Master Samuel, you''ll have to suffer a bit for my rtionship with Master Olivier to grow." Simon''s interest was piqued. "You want me to drive a wedge between you two?" "That''s right." "...There''s also the possibility that the beast will quickly lose interest in its prey, then tear it apart until there''s nothing left, only ashes." "If so..." Fleurughed. "You can keep on being interested in me. If Olivier doesn''t like me anymore, I''ll go to you since you''re rich too." "..." "Be careful though. Master Olivier must have recognised my voice. He might even be suspicious now." Simon''s phone rang again, this time it was from The Martinez''s corporation''s secretary office. Fleur''s smile grew brighter. "Why bother waiting?" Simon let his phone continue ringing. "You cane to me right now." "Didn''t you suspect I killed your brother?" "You probably don''t know me well enough then. Olivier can be blind and single-minded when he likes someone, but me...I would cut off ties with everyone I know." "But I don''t even like you." "..." Fleur rubbed her palms. "Master Simon, I''m afraid if you stay here longer you''ll...explode. Careful, you still need it to carry on your bloodline." A suppressed storm brewed in Simon''s dark eyes. "You''re stunning indeed. You really have a way with seduction." "Thank you for yourpliment." Simon prepared to leave, but not before ncing first at her then the bottle of wine. "That wine can stay here for now. Remember I can take it back anytime I please. But if I find out that you really were This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. involved with Samuel''s death, I''ll tear you in half even if you''re Olivier''s prized pet by then." ...... After Simon left, Fleur stayed at the desk still. Slowly, her smile faded to be reced by the mess of emotions she was feeling. Chapter 27: Youre Still Calling the Shots for Her? Chapter 27: You''re Still Calling the Shots for Her? Simon went downstairs, only making the call after entering his car. It took Olivier ten seconds to pick up. The afternoon sun red brightly, reflecting blinding light from the windshield. Simon put on his sunsses and lit a cigarette. "What''s up?" "You''re with Fleur?" "Ha." Simon released a breath. "She only made some noise and you''re already sure it''s her. Have you be that close with her?" Olivier rose from his office chair walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. A shining river ran outside the building. On the other side of it was The Stunning Club itself. "Why are you looking for her? I told you you can''t have the wine." "What''s this? You''re still calling the shots for her?" "Yes." Olivier''s dark eyes reflected off the ss. Simon took a long drag. He was in no hurry to start the car, getting himself into afortable position. He opened the window to flick cigarette ash outside, and continued, "This woman is deeply connected to Samuel''s death." Olivier did not give a response. His eyes, ck as obsidian, carried a sharp coldness. "Don''t touch her." "Looks like you already know that I''m going to investigate her background. I''ll definitely investigate, Olivier. My brother would never havemitted suicide." "I know. I meant to leave it up to me to investigate." Simon took another drag. A cold smile rose along with a sliver of smoke. "I''ve heard some things in the short time I''ve been back in the country. Your grandmother''s situation for one, then your marriage proposal to Virginie failing. Aren''t these two women enough trouble for you?" Olivier looked at the rushing river, rays of sun catching on his eyes and hiding his expression. "I already have two women to worry about, would I afraid of even one more?" Simon was silent for a moment before continuing, "How long have you known Fleur?" "Two days." "It''s only been two days and it seems like you''re already ready to give up Virginie, the woman you''ve known for ten years, just to go to Fleur?" ...... Olivier hung up the phone, still looking outside. The sun''s bright golden light had a shading effect as dark night did in making sure nothing could be seen. His phone rang again, this time with a text message. [Simon came just now. He even touched me.] Olivier did not reply. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. [Aren''t you going to take me to dinner? Make sure I''m okay? How about Ie to you instead?] Olivier''s face tightened, his lips stretching into a sharp line. He tossed his phone away and went back to work. ...... Fleur''s message was left on read seconds after it was sent. Laying on the sofa, her willowy brows raised. Olivier read her text pretty fast this time. That would mean he had his phone in hand, hence...he had likely just finished a call with Simon. Olivier still didn''t reply though. Fleur pouted. What was the use for him to carry a phone around if he did not use it. Such impoliteness! At five o''clock in the afternoon, Fleur left The Stunning Club. The Martinez''s Company building was truly a magnificent sight. The Martinez''s Moss Hotel was even more so. Fleur entered after parking her car. Upon entering the lobby, Thierry called. "Boss, someone''s causing trouble, insisting to see you. What should we do?" "Have you forgotten the rules? Why''d you call me for such a silly thing?" There had been too many people who wanted to see The Stunning Club''s owner in the past half a year, causing ruckuses every time. They had a procedure for this kind of situation, just three steps: first is to exin things so they leave. Then if they persist, persuade them. Only if they don''t leave at this point are they beaten up. Beaten up until they listen, anyway. "But he seems to be an influential figure. I''m afraid..." Fleur saw Olivier in the lobby corner with Virginie right opposite of him. Oh, so he did not answer the message because he was having dinner with Virginie. Fleur strode over, speaking to Thierry, "If it''s a nobody, teach him a lesson until he leaves. If it is somebody powerful, then beat him until something breaks so he listens." Chapter 28: You Did Indeed Lose His Favour Chapter 28: You Did Indeed Lose His Favour Fleur casually held onto her windbreaker, the hem of her ck skirt swaying as she walked into the lobby. She walked as if she was a royal, regal and mesmerising. Countless eyesnded on her, marveling at her striking beauty. One of those eyes included Olivier''s, or you could say he had already noticed her the moment she entered. The way his hand held the china teacup made him look like a haughty tycoon. "Olivier?" He silently looked at Virginie. "What...What''s on your mind? I called you twice but you didn''t answer me at all." Virginie curiously turned around, wondering what Olivier was looking at. Her expression changed the moment she saw who it was. Fleur Leroy was here. Olivier was...looking at her? Fleur dragged a chair over and sat it close to Olivier. She took off her windbreaker, licking her dry lips as if she was parched. Then she took Olivier''s teacup and drank it all in one gulp. After that, Fleur blew a kiss at Olivier. Olivier seemed quiet and still as a sculpture. But if one looked closely, one could see his fingers slightly trembling. "...Miss Leroy," Virginie said lowly. "We are in public, please conduct yourself appropriately." Fleur looked at her. Virginie was very beautiful today, wearing a light-green dress. She had the air of a modest but rich heir, her makeup just on point, as if she...wereing to meet her sweetheart. If not for Fleur being here, Virginie would be the most beautiful woman right now. Unfortunately for Virginie, Fleur was indeed here. "There''s no rule saying I can''t kiss Master Olivier. Besides, I didn''t actually kiss him." It was just a teasing motion. Virginie felt dissatisfied, partly from Fleur being here but most of iting from the fact that Olivier did Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. nothing to stop Fleur from getting close. He did not do anything at all to stop her from drinking his water nor blow him a kiss. No woman had ever sat beside him, let alone use his teacup. Not to mention kissing. "Why do you keep looking at him?" Fleur crossed her arms around her chest, giving a cold stare at Virginie. "Miss Lopez, if you continue to stare at him, I will really kiss him." Virginie looked away, fingers turning pale. "I''m here to have dinner with Olivier. What about you?" "I am too." "Do you enjoy interrupting people? Were you raised in such a manner?" "You think of me too highly. I don''t have any manners." Fleur smiled, a steely gleam in her eyes as if stating dominance. "Does Miss Lopez feel threatened? Of no longer being favoured by Master Olivier?" Virginie''s makeup could not hide the shock on her face. Her clear eyes quickly exposed the panic she felt. "Then you felt right: You did indeed lose his favour." "Fleur Leroy." Virginie felt a heavy, depressing weight in her. "Please watch yourself. I have known Olivier for ten years. Do you really think it''s that easy to drive a wedge between us?" "Ten years," Fleur sighed. "My poor Olivier has been treating you kindly in vain for so many years, yet you still disturb his love life. Could it be that Miss Lopez is the new Madame Bovary? Keeping a man on one hand while thinking about another?" "You!" Virginie''s face turned pale. In her 25 years of life, no one had ever spoken to her like this. Especially in front of Olivier, no woman would dare treat her this way. As usual, she turned to look at Olivier, seeking his favour. She always liked how he stood up for her. Chapter 29: Did Olivier Forget How to Use His Mouth? Chapter 29: Did Olivier Forget How to Use His Mouth? But Virginie did not expect Olivier to just sit there unbothered, with an arm casuallyid on the table. His rolled-up sleeve reveal his clearly-defined muscle, giving off an air of a matured man. Olivier did not react at all. His handsome face remained indifferent. Virginie''s heart sank. She felt a panic she had never felt before, looking at him in stunned silence. When Olivier looked at her, his eyes were a depressing dark. "I''ll ask Raoul to take you home." Just like that, Virginie sank into an indescribably deep abyss. They had not had dinner, Olivier did not say anything about Fleur''s actions, and Fleur evenpared her to Madame Bovary...how could she stand it all? This harsh feeling only increased, being right in front of Olivier. Virginie did not know what to say. Fleur was also silent, deep in thought. "No need, I''ll drive myself." Virginie whispered, getting up. Before she took another step, a voice came: "Oh, everyone''s here." It was Simon Muller. Like Fleur, Simon straight up got a chair from a waiter and sat down. He was finally in a change of clothes, wearing a navy blue shirt and long ck trousers, giving his features a distinct maturity. "Aren''t any of you eating?" Simon said, signaling the waiter to bring a menu over. Fleur saidzily, "Olivier and I will get the most expensive thing on the menu." Simon nced at her, then at Olivier. "Do you not know how to use your hands or did Olivier forget how to use his mouth?" "None of your business. Don''t you have the menu now?" Simon raised his eyebrows but did not argue. He ordered two dishes then handed the menu to Virginie. Virginie did not take it, instead looked upon his face, feeling a sense of nostalgia, as well as endless pain. Simon frowned. "Miss Lopez..." "We''re leaving." A cold voice came suddenly. Simon looked back and saw Olivier had pulled Fleur up by the wrist. "You''re not eating anymore?" Olivier''s jaw clenched tighter. His grip on Fleur''s wrist hardened. "Bye-bye. Let''s have dinner together sometime," Fleur said before they left. Simon idly tapped at the menu. Only after the two leave did Simon say: "Miss Lopez, I''m Simon." I''m not Samuel. Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org. "I know." Virginie sounded like she was going to crying. Samuel had been dead for more than a year, yet she still carried that deep pain in her. "It looks like Olivier really gave up on you." Simon turned to look at her, not an inch of tenderness or affection in his eyes. "But you''re notpletely useless anyway,. When you stare at my face, doesn''t Olivier still get jealous?" Everyone in Y City knew of Olivier''s special treatment of Virginie, for he was not one who openly desired women. For so many years, Virginie had been the only one he had ever relented to. So many people envied Virginie. Virginie did not speak, only stared nkly at the teacup Olivier had used. Fleur had used it too... "Mr. Muller, would you..." The waiter began respectfully, asking if he still wanted to order. Simon closed the menu, standing up. "Your president left, why else should I stay?" When he exited the building, he saw one of Olivier''s luxury cars, a Maybach, leaving. Chapter 30: Young Master, Miss Leroy Said You Must Coax Her Chapter 30: Young Master, Miss Leroy Said You Must Coax Her Olivier was probably jealous, Fleur thought. Even if Samuel and Simon were different people with different personality, they still shared the same face. Virginie was more or less still attached. Fleur nced at Olivier''s cold, steely expression from the front passenger seat. With one hand on the wheel, face illuminated by the sunlight, his handsome features were quite surreal. The traffic light in front of them was almost red, but Olivier only stepped on the pedal. The car roared forward. Fleur stayed in silence. She fumbled for the safety cushion in her seat, worried Olivier would speed on the roadter. But he did not. The car stopped at the next traffic light. He did not look so tense anymore, no longer angry. Fleur carefully reached out and wound her hand around a pinky of his. "Are...are you hungry?" Her question really did not fit the atmosphere. Olivier tugged away her hand. He wiped at her finger with a tissue, as if Fleur had dirtied them. "Why were you with Simon today?" His voice was cold and sharp. "He suspects I killed his brother." "Did you?" "Are you doubting the police force? If I killed him would I still be here?" Olivier turned to face her. The dusk light carried a tinge of romance. Fleur''s momentary attraction to the golden light reflecting off his eyes made her miss the emotion in them. Olivier nced at her arm, at the hidden red rose underneath. "Then why are you so hostile to Virginie? Is it just because of me?" Fleur''s hostility towards Virginie was evident since the first time at the night club. Olivier had a strong feeling that this hostility was not just because of him. "Can''t it be just because of you?" "It can be, but that''s not enough." Olivier skimmed his cold fingertips around her eyes, pressing into her skin. "It is enough." Fleur sighed, voice carrying a hint of mocking. "She has had so much attention, being as beautiful as Odette herself, being so loved by so many people." "Don''t you know how many enemies Virginie has? How many people hate and envy her?" Fleur tilted her head, looking at Olivier''s side profile. "I heard she was a drama student, made a movie after graduating and easily won an award. She had someone decent like Samuel Muller in her sights, and with someone like you adoring her. She''s like Mary Sue-incarnate. As a woman, I can''t help being jealous." Olivier looked at her thoughtfully, saying nothing. Fleur said, "Don''t you believe me?" He turned away, sharpness turning cold. "If you hate her so much-" He loosened his hand, seeing how red the area around her eyes had be. "-avoid her from now on. Keep your viciousments to yourself." Even if Olivier''s self esteem was affected by her rejection, all those years of affection for Virginie still prevailed. Though he did not speak up for her in the moment, he still did afterwards. Fleur lowered her head. She did not speak all the way back. ...... Camille had made dinner when Olivier came out from the shower. "Young Master." Olivier hummed in greeting with his phone in hand. "Tell her toe down for dinner." "Yes, sir." Olivier went to make a call, to investigate Fleur''s background and whether she had any ties with Samuel. Handling a club like The Stunning Club was no simple feat, and she was only 25 years old. It would be impossible to do this on her own without some powerful force backing her up, let alone have the club''s business reach such a big scale in half a year. Besides, the police curiously never went looking at the club even when people caused trouble. After the phone call, Camille hade back down. "Young Master, Miss said she''s not feeling well and won''t join for dinner." Olivier''s lips tightened into a thin line. Now Fleur was throwing a tantrum. "Miss said...that..." Camille embarrassingly said, "...that Young Master was mean to her, and that you have to coax her. If Young Master doesn''t wish to do that, you can personally send her dinner up to her instead..." Olivier remained silent. A new feeling erupted in his body, being challenged in such a way. It was as if someone had lit a fire inside him that glowed hot throughout his body. It was an unexpectedly curious desire to dominate. The feeling spread through his veins. Camille did not dare speak, head lowered while waiting for Olivier to respond. Only when Olivier did not speak after quite a while did she raise her head. Olivier was looking upstairs, a brightness in his eyes. He did not seem to be...angry? Camille felt incredulous. "Young...Young Master..." Olivier hummed in agreement, then went upstairs. He...he must be going to coax Miss Leroy.Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org. Chapter 31: This Annoying Woman! Chapter 31: This Annoying Woman! On the first floor, the guestroom was on the right while Olivier''s bedroom was on the left. Olivier paused at the stairs before heading to the left. A figureid sprawled on his bed. Once proper and clean, the bed was now a mess. Fleurid on her side, curve of her waist entuated. Her ink-ck hair fell across the covers. Olivier drew near, stopping half a meter away from the bed. No woman had ever been on this bed besides her. Her dark dress made her skin look porcin white with a hint of rosiness. This woman''s beauty coupled with her throwing a scene like this, was really something. Her pretentiousness made one want to squeeze her. Fleur could not stand Olivier''s silence any longer. She sat up cross-legged, clutching her pillow. He did not look like he nned to coax her at all. Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. His hands were empty too. "Where''s the meal?" She said it as if she should be served. If this was not the product of some rich family pampering, it was likely from being spoiled by countless men. Where she could order anyone around, have anyone do her bidding. Olivier sat on the bedside. His masculine scent had Fleur softening up. The moment he sat down Fleur leaned close to him. With their height difference, Olivier easily saw the depth of her cleavage. "Who did you learn that from?" Olivier''s tone was warmer than before. "What do you mean?" "You thinking you can order me around, who taught you that?" Fleur''s eyshes fluttered. "I wouldn''t dare order Mr Martinez around, but are you suggesting that I can? If that''s the case,e to bed with me." Olivier stayed still, eyes hazy and unfathomable. If he was tough, she would be soft. Fleur reached over to touch his corbone. "I feel much better with you up here. You really don''t want toe to bed?" Olivier did not stop her hand. It slid up to his Adam''s apple. "Where did Simon touch you?" He suddenly asked. Fleur felt the rolling of his Adam''s apple when he spoke. It tickled Olivier. He impatiently tugged her hand away. Fleur said, "You want to know?" "Tell me." "Just my face." That part was true. Not just touch, Simon had pinched her too. "And my arms and legs." Now those were lies. "So based on how you behaved, you groped his entire body first? That''s why he touched you back?" "..." "Master Olivier." Fleur settled her arms on the pillow, eyes bright. "Have some faith in yourself, won''t you? How could I think of other men when there''s you? Even if you won''t let me touch your body though I really want to, I wouldn''t go to other men." Touch your body... Olivier''s eyes suddenly darkened a bit, though his expression remained handsomely indifferent. "Other men are nothingpared to you," Fleur said with a smile, leaning in. "Can I touch you now then?" No one was more devilishly teasing than she was. Olivier looked at her and thought the words ''beautiful'', ''gorgeous'', did her no justice. It was like selling your soul. "Fleur Leroy." Olivier lifted her chin. "Are you really a virgin?" As for how to seduce men, Fleur was skilled in this field. To everyone else, The Stunning Club''s owner must be a powerful figure who bowed to no one. Who had ever seen such a person y coy? This kind of behaviour was deadly attractive and effective towards men. "If you think I''m not, then there''s nothing I can do, not even argue with you. Either way, you''re the one who benefited from it. Other than secretly calling you a s*umbag, I can''t do much else." "Didn''t you already call me one?" "I did, soe at me." Fleur dipped her eyes between his legs, then nced up at him teasingly. Olivier''s lower abdomen clenched. Fleur knew what was happening. She kissed his lower jaw, her sweet fragrance in the air. She pawed at his pants, seemingly innocent but no doubt on point with her actions. "Master Olivier, don''t hold it in any longer. If it breaks, you might not be able to have kids in the future." Overwhelming heat shed in Olivier''s eyes. This annoying woman needed to be punished! Olivier dipped down to kiss her. Her lips were softer than he had imagined, with a tinge of sweetness. The atmosphere began to get more intense. Just then, Olivier''s phone rang from his pocket. "Don''t answer it." Fleur kissed along his chin. Olivier let her do so while retrieving his phone. The caller was Virginie. Fleur grabbed the phone away. "Don''t answer it. Kiss me." She said softly. She was too sexy. Olivier held the back of her head and kissed her deeply. This time he was not just fueled by desire, but something else too. Such as frenzy. This emotion arose from that phone call he received. The calls were persistent, a second call following the first unanswered one. Olivier let Fleur go in the end, as if his desire had been interrupted by the calls. "Clean up and get to dinner. If you don''t want to eat, go back to your room." Olivier hurried to the bathroom with his phone in hand, his clothes in disarray. Fleur rested on the bedside, looking wildly enticing. She tugged at her hair and exhaled deeply. ...... Fleur had changed into light-colored casualwear after taking a quick shower. Fleur had no idea where Lulu was as it was nowhere to be found in the house. Camille was indeed quite thepetent house helper. She always efficiently cleaned up any space without disrupting the furniture arrangement. She even handled the cat''s litterbox well, and did not move that photo Fleur kept on her bed. Fleur looked at the photo, a sh appearing in her eyes that quickly disappeared. She tucked the photo away into her bedside table, Samuel''s handsome face fading in the darkness. Fleur went downstairs. Now clean and fresh, she looked much more approachable. "Miss Leroy, you''re so beautiful," Camille praised. "Thank you." Fleur did not see Olivier at the dining table. She guessed he might still be upstairs. She sat down, looking at the table. There were eight dishes in total. Two people eating eight dishes...seemed a bit extravagant. Fleur patiently waited for Olivier toe downstairs, not touching the food. The man came down five minutester in dark casualwear. His loose short hair and the absence of his usual crisp business suit made him look more gentle and warm right now. "You look handsome," Fleur gasped. Chapter 32: Olivier Had Really Spoiled Virginie! Chapter 32:Olivier Had Really Spoiled Virginie! "You look handsome." Fleur gasped. Olivier came and sat down. Camille immediately served them dinner. "I''ll give you ten minutes," Olivier said. "...What? Going upstairs that fast?" Olivier''s grip on his chopsticks tightened warningly, veins on the back of his fingers bulging as if he would break the utensils at the very next second. Fleur pouted and said nothing else. "I heard that your club uses violence to handle unruly visitors." "That''s right." "So you use beating someone to death as a business strategy?" Fleur remembered Thierry''s afternoon phone call. "What happened? Did a friend of yours get beaten up after causing trouble at my club?¡± Olivier did not answer. "Tell me who it was and I''ll let this slide, for your sake. I''ll order the club management to not use violence with him in the futur" "You''ll let this slide? How arrogant you are." Tsk, whoever was beaten up must be someone of importance if Olivier was that annoyed by what she said, Fleur thought. Could it be that that person is connected to Virginie? After all, Virginie had persistently called him earlier, one call after the next. "Stop eating. Let''s go." Olivier stood up and strode off. Maybe whoever it was was connected to Virginie, after all. ...... The moment they arrived at John Hospital, they saw Virginie along with a middle-aged man. The man looked to be a sessful business man, dressed in a suit and tie. This was likely Virginie''s father. Virginie was unsettled, ncing worriedly at the operating room now and then. Her father was calmer though a concerned expression still on his face. Virginie looked ready to run into Olivier''s arms the moment she saw him. But she stopped still the moment she saw Fleur by his side. "Olivier," Philibert Lopez greeted in a deep voice. His gaze flitted across Fleur in brief examination but did not linger long. "Mr. Lopez," Olivier said politely. "How serious is it?" Philibert ced a hand on his hip, face dark as a storm. He sighed in exasperation and anger. "Two broken legs, two broken ribs, a crack at the back of his skull, a moderate concussion, and other various injuries." Virginie took a deep breath to suppress her anger and worry. "My brother...is really badly injured." Oh. So it was the Lopez family''s eldest son, no wonder Thierry had said it was someone powerful. Thierry did well then. "Do you know who The Stunning Club''s owner is, Olivier?" Virginie asked, walking between him and Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. Fleur as she did. It was either intentional or not. Her tone was needy as if seeking coddling. If Fleur was not here right now she had no doubt Virginie would be cozying up in Olivier''s arms right now, seekingfort. "My family would never let such an incident slide. Olivier, you have a bigger circle than us, you should know who the owner is, right?" Though Olivier''s dark casualwear had a gentle elegance to it, there was also a steeliness that made it hard to predict his mood. Olivier did not answer but instead asked, "Many fights have erupted at The Stunning Club in the past six months, and you''re well aware of their rules. This wouldn''t be your brother''s first visit to The Stunning Club, am I right?" Olivier knew exactly what kind of reputation the Lopez family''s eldest son had? Where there was women, there was him. Philibert hated this habit of his son''s. He had gotten angry and cursed at his son more than once but the young man never stopped. Obviously this would not be the young man''s first time to The Stunning Club. "I don''t know if it was his first visit, but my family won''t rest until some justice is given." Olivier fell silent. Fleur had a feeling Olivier would reveal her identity if this was to end. "What justice do you seek? Will you make a bigger scene from this?" Fleur raised an eyebrow while Virginie felt more upset with that response. She had more than enough reasons to feel that way, from rejecting Olivier''s marriage proposal to everything the man had done in the past few days. It had greatly irked her. "Olivier, what are you saying? My brother is still unconscious in the OR. I called to ask for your help and you bring Fleur Leroy along. You''re doing this on purpose to anger me aren''t you? It''s fine if you bring her along, that''s none of my business! But are you saying you don''t want us to make a fuss? The Lopez family isn''t afraid of a simple KTV! What''s wrong with making a big scene?!" Fleurzily looked at Virginie, arms across her chest. She couldn''t help but wonder just how much Olivier had pampered her in the past for her to so easily lose her temper like some child after he asked a single question. Was she upset Olivier did not stand up for her? That he did not immediately go andfort her? Olivier had really spoiled Virginie! "Virginie." Philibert said with a frown. "Watch your mouth. Oliviering over is already showing you some respect, What are you yelling for?" "It''s fine," Olivier responded calmly in a tone that had no inflection at all. Fleur pursed her lips tightly, alreadyparing herself with Virginie. If it was Fleur doing that to Olivier, would he say the same thing Jeez, Olivier must be really blind to like Virginie. "I can ept Virginie''s bit of temper, since her brother did get injured badly," Olivier said. Philibert nodded in relief. Virginie pouted, staring at Olivier with a mix of emotions in her eyes: spoiled, resentful, unhappy. "Mr Lopez, this isn''t something to cause a big scene about," said Olivier, posture tall as a sturdy tree. His stunning form instantly got everyone''s attention. "What do you mean?" Virginie asked. "If word gets out, people would talk about how lecherous and ruined your son is, making a fool of himself at a KTV. They will say his father badly raised him, and that the Lopez family produced such a failed individual. Your family is influential, it cannot take this kind of rumour." Philibert''s expression turned ugly. Virginie was not calm, not with Fleur here. "What should we do then? Just silently suffer? We don''t know if my brother''s injury will turn out healed. What if he ends up disabled?" "What did I just say? If ites to going to prison, paying a fine, orpensating, then so be it. If he bes disabled...you''ll just have to treat it as a lesson to remember." Virginie''s face turned ghostly pale. She was in disbelief at Olivier''s words. If her brother bes disabled, just treat it as a lesson?! As if that was easy! Being someone who had been out in the field for a long time, Philibert knew something was up the moment Olivier said those words. He stared at Olivier with a keen eye. Virginie eased her tone. "Olivier, are you still angry at me? That I rejected you...¡± "Virginie," Olivier abruptly interrupted, "Don''t bring up the past anymore." He then turned to Philibert and said, "Mr Lopez, I''ll have to take my leave now." Chapter 33: Fleur Leroy, Are You Boneless? Chapter 33: Fleur Leroy, Are You Boneless? "Virginie," Olivier abruptly interrupted, "Don''t bring up the past anymore." He then turned to Philibert and said, "Mr. Lopez, I''ll have to take my leave now." "Go ahead." "Thank you." Olivier bowed and left with Fleur trailing behind. Virginie was about to call out to him when Philibert shot her a sharp nce. After the two left, Virginie walked to the windowsill and hit the ss, a tight pout on her face. She had called Olivier over so he could stand up for her, yet he did not care at all. "Dad." She exhaled. "What do we do now?" "Your brother truly is a disappointment, causing so much trouble for us. If he hadn''t been reckless he wouldn''t havended himself in this state. Do you think this will end if we bring this to the police?" "Then? Do we swallow back our pride and suffer humiliation?" Philibert''s gaze grew keen. "Of course not. This will not end like this. You know that woman beside Olivier, right?" "Fleur Leroy?" "I know very well what kind of man Olivier is with women, with you being the only woman around him. Besides, I''ve long heard of The Stunning Club''s owner and her famed The Stunning Club. If Odette Durand herself isn''t that owner, who else could it be besides Fleur Leroy?" Virginie''s lips pressed into a white line. This meant Fleur was the club''s owner, and Olivier was protecting her all this while. Virginie clenched her hands into tight fists. It was always Fleur Leroy! "By the way, I didn''tpletely understand what was said just now. Did Olivier propose to you?" Virginie''s breathing fluttered, as if an upturned ship at sea. Her breaths came in short, desperate pants. "What foolish notion made you reject that? Was it just because of Samuel Muller? Wake up, Virginie, he''s dead! Olivier''s family standing could have really help our family, do you understand?" Samuel was dead...and Olivier had Fleur now... Fear surged at Virginie from countless directions. She was quickly overwhelmed. ...... In the car, Fleur received a call informing her Thierry and six of her club security guards had been arrested by the police. She was not too concerned, just still processing the fact that Olivier had protected her in front of the Lopez family. It was truly a shock. "Mr. Martinez," she said. "Miss Lopez wanted you to be concerned about the situation, why weren''t you?" "It didn''t interest me." Huh. That was it? "...Can you be concerned about me then? My men need help getting bailed." Olivier stopped at a red light. He retrieved a cigarette and lighter from the dashboard and dangled the unlit cig from his mouth. That act carried a strong masculine defiance. "They deserve to be in jail." "..." Fleur could not let her staff be put in jail. Employees'' interest was a valuable thing to look after in any business, even a KTV like hers. Only by making sure their interest was protected would they do their best for the business. But the real issueid with her. She had to find a way to get Thierry and the others out. Olivier would be her shortcut to that. Because the Martinez family could make the Lopez family let things go, so when that happen her men could swiftly be released. Facing him, Fleur said, "Master Lopez must have caused big trouble if he was beaten up that badly. He likely trashed my club to the point where it won''t be able to open for business tonight. My staff would have just been performing self defense." "Master Lopez''s driver said explicitly there was six people beating him up. What kind of self defense is that?" "..." As soon as the light turned green the car drove forth. Fleur sat back. "Fine," She said in a stern tone used only during business transactions. "Please send me back to The Stunning Club, I''ll deal with it once I see how things are over there." "If I were you," Olivier''s voice was gentle but firm. "I would start nning on how to deal with the Lopez family''s retribution." "...What?" "Philibert must have figured your identity out by now. Do you really think they''ll let this go? That really is overestimating the tolerance of those in his league." "...So you...you brought me there to give me away? You were pretending to protect me?" Fleur had naively believed Olivier was protecting her, and going as far as to ignore Virginie! So this was the truth. No wonder his words were so cruel, iming Philibert had not raise his son well as well as the Lopez family producing such a failure, even saying they could not raise this issue any further. The Lopez family must be burning with rage by now, and they would be directing it all towards her. "Mr. Martinez, you''re too ruthless. Stripping me naked one moment and sending me into the tiger''s mouth the other?" The Lopez family though not too high up a league, could not be underestimated. Fleur may not be able to handle their vengeance if they started plotting against her. "You can''t me me." The dark road before Olivier reflected ink ck in his eyes. "I''m curious to see Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org. who''s behind The Stunning Club''s 25-year-old owner. I also want to see if I have an advantage in marrying you." If the Lopez family really began plotting against Fleur, whoever was secretly protecting her would definitely reveal themselves. Whoever could lift the Martinez family up to such high standing and advantage, must truly be someone in a ce of power, such as royalty. ...... The car arrived at the club at 8.30 PM. There were still empty lots in the parking lot, not a lot of people were here. It was usually full after ten at night. Fleur led Olivier straight to her office. It was spacious, clean, and decorated simply. Fleur set two sses of water on the table then came to sit beside Olivier. She took out a remote controller. A dozenrge monitors were propped before the seat. These were probably the most valuable items in the office. Master Lopez started causing trouble around five in the evening. After adjusting the video sequence, Fleur leaned against Olivier''s shoulder in a rx posture. "Are you boneless?" Fleur looked at him, soft lines on her face apparent. "Did you realise our outfits match?" They were indeed wearing the same brand of clothing, one a deep navy blue, one a grey-white monotone. They looked dashingly a couple. Olivier neither responded nor looked at her. On the footage, Master Lopez physically fought with one of the waiters. Fleur got bored after five minutes. She had seen this kind of scenario too many times. She reached out to touch Olivier''s stomach, feeling the firmness. Olivier tightly grabbed her wrist. "How desperate are you for men?" He gazed sharply at her. "I''m not desperate at all. Even Master Lopez was dying to see me. Plus, how many men downstairs have wanted to meet me?" Chapter 34: Why Are You So Mean to Me? Chapter 34: Why Are You So Mean to Me? "I''m not desperate at all. Even Master Lopez was dying to see me. Plus, how many men downstairs have wanted to meet me?" Olivier''s lips thinned in a white line. "But I am desperate for you," Fleur said with a smile "Come on, don''t be angry. I''ve known you for three days and I''ve only been coaxing you all this while." "..." Olivier''s chest thumped as he grit out: "F*ck off!" Fleur did not. "Why don''t I make you something to eat?" Fleur''s bright eyes shone. Her voice scratched at Olivier like a cat''s yful paw, or asionally sharp ws. ...... Olivier closed his eyes and loosened up the moment Fleur left. The tension on his face took a while to fade away. Maybe it had been a while...having done it once three days ago was clearly not enough, hence why he was so...reactive. Olivier looked at Master Lopez on the monitor. He was shouting at the camera, mouthing, "I will see her today and none of you can stop me!" A hint of mockery lingered in his eyes. Just then: "Ah! Olivier!" Fleur''s cry rang out from the enjoined suite in the office. Olivier rose and went immediately. Some meat and a chopping board were syed on the floor. One of Fleur''s hands was stained with blood while the other gripped a knife. Olivier took the de away and ced her hand under the tap''s flowing water. "Ow. That hurts." "It won''t kill you," Olivier said lowly. The moment Fleur''s finger left the water, blood gushed out once more. Whether or not it truly hurt, Fleur acted as if it did. She nudged weakly into his arms. "It hurts," she said. Olivier pulled her by the hair away from his body, to which Fleur grumbled, "Who does this..." He walked out. Fleur trailed along. Blood was still oozing from her finger. Olivier had already sat down and continued watching the surveince footage. Fleur ced a first aid kit and her bleeding hand on hisp, "Hurry or the blood might get all over your pants." Olivier stared at her. Gritting his teeth, he opened the kit and positioned the trash can beneath Fleur''s hand so blood would drip into it instead. With a cold nce, Olivier squeezed her finger. Blood gushed out. Fleur inhaled in pain. "Olivier..." "Are you doing this on purpose?" "Are you...trying to bleed me to death?" Olivier answered to none. He started cleaning up the wound with a sterilized cotton swab. The squeeze from earlier seemed to be done to punish her. It really did hurt. Olivier was not the most gentle man anyways. But Fleur did not whine, only leaned against him as he worked. After a while she ducked her head down andid her head in hisp. She quietly watched Olivier make quick, painful work of her finger. This man really did not like her at all. He had no patience, no temperance, and was not gentlemanly at all. Fleur turned her head away in pain. She lifted his shirt and buried her face beneath it, watching the scar on his abdomen. It was a long scar, resembling a centipede. Fleur gently blew at it. A certain stiffness urred, followed by a subtle...reaction. "..." Fleur was quickly tugged away. Her eyes were beaming as she looked at him. "Do you have a death wish?" Olivier grunted, wrapping her hand up with gauze. "I''m just looking at your scar. I''m concerned about you." "Get up!" "Why don''t I lie down for a while..." Pain shot through her finger as if the bone had snapped. Fleur slowly got up as told, only then did Olivier finish packing up the wound. "Why are you so mean to me?" Sheined, as if they had known one another for years. "Do you have a reason for me to be nice to you?" Olivier tossed her hand away, causing biting pain to ripple through her finger. "You stay here and watch the tape. I''ll keep on making some food for you. Don''t leave first, we''ll go back togetherter." "Do you n to chop your hand off?" "I''m learning." Olivier clenched his teeth but said nothing. Fleur stood up and left for the en-suite. He could not pay attention to the video anymore. Leaning against the sofa, the heat in his abdomen This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. slowly spread like wildfire into his entire body. ...... Fleur washed the meat and vegetables with one hand, movements slow. As soon as she returned them to the chopping board, the knife in her hand was snatched away. Before she even turned her head straight, Olivier had already barked: "Get out." "...You''re cooking?" He pulled his sleeves up without a word, revealing his chiseled, muscr arms. He washed the vegetables and the knife again, then set to cutting them up. You could tell Olivier had done this before, though his movements were not as smooth. The muscles on his back straightened up while he cut the vegetables. Fleur hugged him from behind but was quickly pushed away. Fleur then tried to hold on to his arm to which Olivier raised the knife and said, "You still want to spill some blood?" "...Can I kiss you then?" Fleur rose on her toes, lips pouting. "Get lost." She puckered her lips. Olivier looked at the enticing movement. "Keep this up and you won''t even get a drink of water tonight." "Can I make my third request? Kiss me." Having that piece of paper around was awesome! Olivier''s eyes darkened. "I''ll revoke the paper. You won''t be able to make any future requests." "Don''t revoke it. I''ll kiss you and it doesn''t have to be in the requirements. You just stay still, don''t move." Olivier immediately set the de down and made to leave. Fleur immediately held onto him. "I''m sorry, I''m sorry! I won''t harass you again. Keep on cooking, I''m hungry." Her soft voice made her sound spoiled. Olivier''s pitch-ck eyes looked into hers. She grinned for a moment, eyes bright and cheerful. He roared, "Get out!" ...... Fleur went to her office while Olivier made their meal. The surveince monitor depicted Master Lopez picking up a stool and smashing it into the bar counter, ss splintering and scattering everywhere. Fleur calmly took a sip of water. When she looked up again, Master Lopez had been pinned to the ground. Her lips curled at the corners. If she had known this was Virginie''s brother, she would have given orders to beat him up harder. Having the Lopez family plotting against her would be tricky to handle. Fleur wondered just how they nned to take her down, and deal with her nightclub. Things would have been easier if not for Olivier. Because it was Master Lopez who started the trouble, Thierry would be locked up for a couple days at the maximum. But Olivier had added fuel to the fire, and even given her identity away. The Lopez family would seize the opportunity to bite into her without hesitation. Olivier... Fleur propped her head on a hand. This man was really irritating! Chapter 35: Youre So Fierce! Chapter 35: You''re So Fierce! Fleur ran to the kitchen, peeking at Olivier. He stood tall, light shifting through his hair, leaving shadows rippling on his shirt. The light illuminated his outline. As the light casted along his body, his shadow lengthened. Fleur went and stomped on his head''s shadow. Then his chest, waist, between his legs, slowly leaning against him. She inhaled the fragrance of his skin left from the shower. "You smell so good." Olivier put down the spat and picked up the knife. He grabbed a strand of her hair and sliced it off. Fleur inhaled sharply. Olivier said coldly, "Are you leaving me alone?" "You''re so fierce!" Fleur shot him a disapproving re and retreated. The phone rang as soon as she went back into the office. "Speak." She quipped. "Miss Leroy, the police just called. They''re saying the Lopez family want you toe forth to the police station immediately. If you don''t it will count as not cooperating with the police and they''ll take you away by force." The Lopez family had begun their plots. "Also, something''s wrong with the customers tonight. They seem to have alle together insisting to see you; many have already started causing trouble. I feel like they''re brewing a n here. I''m concerned we won''t be able to handle the crowd any further if more peoplee." "If something happens, use force." "Huh?" Still using force? Do we really need to do that right now? Fleur said calmly, "Follow our club''s rules by the book. Additionally, let everyone know all drinks bought from nine to midnight tonight is on the house." That was hundreds of millions worth of drinks! All for free? "Alright, go do the needful. I''ll take care of whatever happens." Fleur hung up and examined the monitor in deep thought. ...... When she went back to the kitchen her hair had already been tied back, revealing her delicate face. "Master Olivier?" She smiled at Olivier while leaning against the table. A dish of stir-fried vegetables and pork sat in the middle. Beside the dish sat two bowls of noodles. This was her first time seeing this kind of meal setup. Olivier who had just finished cooking sat elegantly before her, carrying no trace of oil or smoke. "So handsome!" Olivier gave her a knowing look. "If food can''t stop your persistent wandering, then leave now. Don''t be an eyesore." Ah, Fleur thought he was actually more cool like this, rejecting her advances. Olivier was as attractive as he was dismissive. "Let''s eat." She sat opposite him, picked up some noodles and vegetables and began eating. It tasted good. Fleur finished her te quickly, and saw there was no more noodles in the pot. "...I''m still hungry." Olivier stayed silent, eating slowly. A pair of cleaned chopsticks appeared in his bowl a momentter, picking up a noodle. Fleur''s face was inches away from his when he looked up, wearing a gleeful smile. Her soft lips stained with oil looked watery and plump, straightening up with her smile. "Can I have some?" She picked up some more noodles. "I usually work veryte. I can''t stay up if I don''t eat more, could I have some please?" Olivier inhaled deeply, set down his chopsticks, and looked at her. His eyes were dark wells. "Fleur Leroy." "Hmm?" "How rude can you be?" "I''m not being presumptuous. I''m just..." She huffed and retreated. "Fine, I won''t eat anymore." Under the light, she resembled a porcin doll with no ws on her beautiful face. Olivier reclined on his chair, looking at Fleur with sharp eyes. His mature aura wafted out strongly. What is he up to? Fleur thought, it looked as if he was preparing to deliver some reprimanding to her. "You''re not eating?" A gentle nudge of the chopsticks. "Who are you?" Olivier''s voice was low and musical, drifting into Fleur''s heart and settling in waves. Lap byp. She did not understand why her heart skipped a beat. She would understandter on it was her trying to calm down, or perhaps...she was excited Olivier had disyed interest towards her. When one person was interested in another, they would naturally enter their life and a rtionship would deepen inexplicably. "I am Fleur Leroy, a woman who adores you." "Adore me? What do you think I can give you? Wealth? Peace? Or what you think is love?" "I think you can give me all of that." "Do you think i want to?" It did not seem so. Fleur remained smiling. "If it was Virginie, would you?" "Of course." Olivier did not hesitate at all. Fleur tightly gripped her chopsticks. Some emotion shed across her eyes as she stared at him. "I envy Miss Lopez, being so graced by fortune and luck. What a nice life to have." Olivier remained emotionless. "If you know you can''tpare with her, don''t try to act like her. Not every man likes a woman like you, and no man likes being putty in a woman''s hand. I tolerate you because I''m a man, and for that same reason, I don''t. Olivier had basically tolerated her as much as possible in these three days of clinginess and persistence. He had even cooked for a woman for the first time too. Fleur said nothing, her beautiful eyes clouded with an unreadable expression. After a while, she said in a low voice, "Miss Lopez was graced by luck. But I was chosen by you." Olivier would remember that sentence for many years after. This impably beautiful woman sitting opposite him while saying that. "Miss Lopez was graced by luck. But I was chosen by you." ...... Fleur took a sip of water while on the sofa, feeling her stomach settle. Olivier had left. She had been on the sofa for at least two hours without leaving the spot. A fight had broken out. She had more a dozen monitors on with one of them having no video feed. It had likely been damaged. N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. The situation had escted outside. Obviously it was done on purpose by the Lopez family. She actually had an easy way to solve this, which was revealing herself. Everyone just wanted to have a glimpse of who she was. If she showed herself, things would pipe down. That was the only way to keep the peace tonight. Fleur got up. She was in casualwear, the kind that would create a more gentle, friendly feel. She did not have to change it. When she arrived at the door, Raoul was standing there. He had been there for God knows how long. "Miss Leroy." Fleur hummed in greeting. "Are you going downstairs?" "Why? Do I have to report that to you?" "I don''t mean that, it''s just that Mr. Martinez has said that you can''t reveal yourself to the public, nor can everyone know you''re The Stunning Club''s owner. Mrs. Martinez can''t be affiliated with a nightclub, and Grandma especially cannot know." Chapter 36: Scheming While Playing Coy Chapter 36: Scheming While ying Coy If Fleur revealed herself, it would break out in the news, and Grandma would definitely see it. Olivier was already three steps in front of her. "What if I insist on going down?" "Miss Leroy, if you insist to, Mr. Martinez said to arrange for a divorce first." Raoul smiled awkwardly. "It''s best to not go downstairs, otherwise the divorce certificate and a flight ticket leaving the city will be given to you as well." That was to say if Grandma knew she worked in clubs, she would have to divorce Oliver and leaving Y City at the same time. Undoubtedly, it would be difficult to ever enter in the city again. Fleur squeezed her hands together, a sharp n forming in mind. A minuteter, she released her grip and phoned the manager of her club, Puvis Lee. "Miss Leroy." The manager came up shortly. Fleur sent him two photos, then said to Raoul, "How could I not listen to Mr. Martinez?" The situation now relied on Olivier, whether it was a losing game or a winning one. "Take these two photos and tell them that the owner of The Stunning Club... is Olivier''s woman." The pause she gave was deep. Raoul was shocked. "Miss Leroy." "Mr. Lee, keep on using force against those who continue making trouble. If they''re not convinced, send them to Olivier." "Yes, miss." Puvis left. "Miss Leroy, Mr. Martinez will be affected negatively by this..." "Tell Olivier that I don''t have any big leagues backing me up. If there is it will only be him." Fleur strode to the pass-coded elevator. Less than four people knew it, including her. Raoul followed along. He was anxious, having not expect Fleur to do such a thing to Mr. Martinez. Mr. Martinez never suffered from any negative media. He lived a decent life and had always been admired and praised by the public for it. ...... Raoul could not change Fleur''s mind, so he could only report it to Olivier. When they arrived at the parking lot, he nned to call Mr. Martinez to see if he could stop the situation from escting. Just in front of them, four uniformed personnel came over. "Hello, are you Miss Leroy? Owner of the club?" There were other people in the parking lot too. One could easily tell who they were here for - Fleur. But no one knew she was the club''s owner in that moment. The police themselves knew very well the Lopez family was behind all this. "That''s me." "Pleasee with us. You''re suspected as the mastermind behind an intentional crime." Raoul instinctively went forth to stop her, but-- "Alright, I''ll go with you," Fleur spoke without hesitation. ...... Meows sounded from within the Oriental Estate. ... This cat had been meowing for who knows how many times in the past ten minutes. It was as annoying as its master. Olivier casually sat on the sofa in reserved, in clothes. Aputer and a ss of water sat in front of him. Raoul called. Olivier grunted in greeting. "Mr. Martinez, Miss Leroy has been retrieved by the police." Olivier massaged his temple but said nothing. "Also, Miss Leroy obeyed your orders to not reveal herself, but she''s revealed you instead." Olivier raised his head at the sound of licking and saw the cat dipping its paw into his ss of water, then licking it. Chills shot up his spine. At the same time, a news article popped up at the corner of his screen, ''Young Master of the Martinez family'' vaguely written on it. Olivier clicked it. Then he moved the cat to the side. "I don''t know how Miss Leroy convinced everyone you''re the one secretly protecting the club, but..." Olivier hung up the call and read the news article. Breaking news! An intimate rtionship between the Stunning''s owner and the Young Master of the Martinez family! Two photos sat beneath the title. The first one was of Fleur''s office, with a side profile of Olivier''s face. He was ''examining'' the monitor while the footage on it depicted the Lopez family''s Young Master pping a waitress. Both of them were in the first image. The second picture was of Olivier cooking in the kitchen with a perfect shot of his side profile facing the window. Outside the window was Y City''s famous Moss Hotel. It just so happened that both the club and hotel stood opposite one another across the river. This photo was undoubtedly telling everyone Olivier was making dinner at Stunning. Two simple photos depicted a clear message. Though the contents were different, both said the same This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. story: Olivier and club''s owner was in a close rtionship. Master Oliviering to the club to check footage of Master Lopez hitting staff, Master Olivier seemingly lovingly making a meal for the owner. It was a clear story that they were more than just friends. This was exciting, thrilling news! Olivier did not continue reading, just looked at the pictures. The angles were perfect. It was evident this was all nned. Olivier suddenlyughed. It even reached his eyes, a bright, somewhat shocking smile. Fleur Leroy was indeed an extraordinary woman. Scheming while ying coy. Olivier had never been challenged like this in his 28 years of life, never had his...desire to face challenge, been so riled up. In just the two photos, both the Martinez family and the Lopez family had been exposed to the public. Only Fleur''s identity remained hidden under the name of Stunning''s owner. There was a softness beneath his palm. Olivier turned and saw the cat had crept underneath, as if begging to be pet. Olivier did not react. The cat then crawled into hisp, stood up on its hind legs while supporting its self against his chest, and stared at him. "...Get down," Olivier said lowly, as if speaking to a human. "Meow." The cat actually listened to him, but stayed nestled in hisp as if it were a natural thing to do. It was as shameless as its master. Olivier sped its scruff, ready to put it on the ground when it suddenly nuzzled against his hand. Curiously, the man did not get it off him, only let it stay cozied up in hisp. Someone had said a long time ago, that the best way for a woman to control a man was to y coy and show weakness. This cat was definitely proficient in the first of the two. ...... Olivier maintained the same posture for a long time while the cat soundly in hisp. Its warmth spread through his legs. The news on the inte had disappeared from the tabloids within five minutes of it surfacing. Of course, there would still be scattered photos and spections. An hourter, Raoul called again. "Miss Lopez has gone to the police station." She would inevitably do so after all. Olivier grunted. "Mr. Martinez... " Olivier gave an order and hung up swiftly. While tossing his phone away, the cat stretched out its white furry body, looking cute and innocent. This would probably be the second...female creature Olivier had held to sleep. Chapter 37: Since When Were You This Responsible? Chapter 37:Since When Were You This Responsible? At the police station, Fleur had been in the interrogation room for a while. She had been consistently drinking water, having it refilled every time. A young officer had asked her why she was not worried, Fleur had responded: "Why should I be?" "You really have nothing to do with this?" The police officer really had no more questions to ask, so began chatting with her. "Who ever told you that? I do." "..." "I made the rules. He was beaten up because of it." "...You..." The officer was stunned speechless. Fleur was too beautiful and graceful in her honesty. "I ept the Lopez family''s usations." Even the yful tone in her voice had the officer blushing. ...... Fleur had been here for an hour when Virginie arrived. She joined Fleur in the interrogation room after a word with the officer. It was just the two of them in here. Under the bright white lights tonight, these two woman added some radiant colours to the room. "Fleur Leroy." Virginie looked at her indifferently. Her hair was half-tied, a whiff of rich arroganceing off her. "Why did you offend our Lopez family? Your reputation with a nightclub is bad enough, but now with an added life sentence: Do you really hope to make your life irreparable?" Fleur casually turned the officer''s pen in one hand. "I''ve offended more than enough people in the past six months. At present, the Lopez family is indeed thergest party to have found offence, but there was no other way. My rules apply to whoever goes to my club, no matter who they are." "So you''ve already prepared for the consequences?" Fleur replied calmly, "I''m not afraid of any consequence." Virginie clenched his fists. Why was this woman so arrogant? Both in her demeanour and her speech. Was it because of...Olivier? "Since when were you so intimate with Olivier? Do you really think he''ll help you out in this situation just because he helped you check the surveince footage and made you dinner?" Virginie had been stunned for half an hour after seeing the news. She dared not believe that man was Olivier, that he was cooking for Fleur. Virginie had known him for ten years, but she never knew Olivier knew how to cook! "He pampers you so much, why would he stand up for me?" Fleur said coolly. Virginie sneered. Good that you know that, Fleur thought. "But I''ll make him stand up for me. Do you believe that?" "A woman with your repute would naturally know a trick or two to lure men in. I can imagine some ways to do that." After all, Fleur had only shown up for three days and had already destroyed her ten year rtionship with Olivier. "Our affairs are a long story. Release my staff and I''ll bear everything thates." "...What did you say?" Virginie could not believe her ears. "I admit all this started because of me. Let my men go. I''ll confess to everything." "Since when were you this responsible?" "I don''t have much choice. Just my luck it was Master Lopez who got beaten up." The Lopez family could easily defeat a nightclub. Fleur would not be able to handle a full onught of N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. attacks from their family, Virginie thought. ...... The papers were quickly signed, orders executed. Half an hourter, the six people including Thierry was released. Thierry came to Fleur, angrily eximing, "Miss Leroy, that bastard broke our waitress'' teeth to, this-" "Shut up," Fleur said tly. Thierry did. "Take them back. They don''t have to work tonight. I''ll treat them afterwards." "Yes, miss." Thierry continued worriedly, "What about you? What if you end up sentenced to prison?" Fleur looked outside the window but said nothing. ...... Fleur was huddled in a corner, her casualwear unable to keep her warm against the autumnal chill in the air. Virginie was arriving to the cell. Her eyes were full of hate and cruel satisfaction. "Fleur, this was not a big deal in the first ce. My brother only wanted to see you but got out of line. You''re not dumb. You know what to do if you want to get out of here." Apologize and leave Olivier alone from now on. "Tsk." Fleur said softly, "I don''t understand you. Why do you persist with Samuel yet keep your ws dug into Olivier? Samuel has been dead for a year and a half. If you still want to cling onto him, then just be a widow. But here you are still clinging onto other men. It''s such a lowly and stupid thing to do." "You dare educate me on that while sitting here behind bars?" "Virginie Lopez." Fleur addressed her full name. "You don''t even know what kind of trouble you''re causing. What grounds do you have to ask me to leave Olivier?" "Fleur Leroy, watch your tone! You have insulted me more than once. There''ll be no turning back if I banish you from this city! Not even Olivier would help you!" The two had indeed had a decade-long rtionship, even if it was not romantic, it was still a friendship. What''s more, Olivier liked her, and had even sent a steak dinner to her via private jet a couple hundred miles out to the countryside. In the club, Fleur had even asked if Olivier would give the rest of his life and...love, to Virginie. To which Olivier had answered without hesitation: "Of course." How could Fleurpete with Virginie? "Stay here with me," Fleur said suddenly. "What?" "Do you really think I''ll spend the night here? Stay, and you''ll see just how soon I''ll be getting out of here." Virginie felt her heart skip. Fleur was beautiful, beautiful enough to have some big leaguese to her aid at a single beck and call. But Virginie knew those big leagues in Y City, and none of them were protecting Fleur. Virginie still stayed. She would not admit it but she was truly curious about Fleur''s im. She wanted to know how Fleur would be released tonight. Not just tonight, but if the Lopez family did not permit it, she would not be released even after a month. Virginie waited in the lounge for an hour or so. Around 11 o''clock, she called Olivier, wanting to know if he woulde to Fleur''s rescue. "Olivier." Olivier hummed in greeting. The man''s voice was deep and pleasant. Virginie smiled, "Where are you?" "At home, getting ready for bed. Why did you call?" At home, he would not being then. Virginie felt relieved. "No, no reason. I have something to take care of here." Virginie took the opportunity to speak with him. "Why didn''t you reply to me before? Are you still angry with me?" "My marriage proposal was turned down, Miss Lopez, do you expect me to pretend it didn''t happen?" "No, it''s...no." Virginie didn''t know how to continue, so she simply asked another question, "Is your rtionship with Fleur really that close?" Chapter 38: Confronting Toughness with Toughness Would Be Futile Chapter 38:Confronting Toughness with Toughness Would Be Futile "No, it''s...no." Virginie didn''t know how to continue, so she simply asked another question, "Is your rtionship with Fleur really that close?" "You don''t need to know that much." Olivier was at the head of his bed, his fur-stained clothes in the trash bin. It was the clothes that matched with Fleur''s. "It''ste. I''ll have Raoul send you backter." "Mm." Virginie nodded sweetly. Olivier was sweet to her as always. Fleur was just a minor hup, she thought. Olivier still liked her. Virginie enjoyed her glee for a while after hanging up. Only then did she suddenly realized something. She never said where she was and neither did Olivier ask. How could he send Raoul over if he never asked where she was? Just then the police arrived. "Miss Lopez, Miss Leroy has been bailed." "What?" "She was bailed and is now released from holding. Someone will fetch her back." Virginie''s breath grew uneven with panic. What''s going on? Who''sing to pick Fleur up? She Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org. thought in a hurry while running out. She saw Raoul and two bodyguards in the hall. And Fleur too, who had just exited the cell. "Raoul Girard, what is this?!" Didn''t hee to pick me up? Why is he picking Fleur up?! Virginie yelled internally. "I''m sorry, Miss Lopez. Mr. Martinez asked me to send you home while Miss Leroy will be escorted back by them." Raoul gestured at the bodyguards. "What?!" Virginie cried loudly. She could not believe Olivier was the one who bailed Fleur out. She had thought Olivier would not help at all! Moreover, Virginie had promised Fleur to let her club staff go. Now that Fleur had been bailed, wouldn''t that mean...Virginie had lost all her bargaining chips?! "I''m sorry. I have no right to question Mr. Martinez''s orders," Raoul said. Virginie''s tasted blood as she bit into her lip. She had just been enjoying the feeling of being pampered by Olivier when this happened! "Virginie Lopez," Fleur sneered. "Did you really think all that news was false? Having that kind of information wiped out so soon not just means hating to see it, but also risk of revealing the truth." "I am in fact his woman. How could he have me sit in jail? Master Olivier would never let that stain his reputation." Raoul looked at her with admiration. Fleur was too smart. Mr. Martinez''s original words were: "Get Fleur out of the police station before midnight. My wife can''t go to jail, and my grandmother cannot see her granddaughter-inw have such a thing staining a reputation. Don''t let the police leave any records." Mr. Martinez knew fully well what Fleur had in mind. Fleur knew exactly what Mr. Martinez''s ns were. "What''s kind of rtionship do you share? You''ve barely known one another!" "The kind of rtionship that seeps through bone. Plus, knowing one another for years cannot "Fleur Leroy!" Virginie cried, unhinged. "You''re were scheming! I don''t know what dirty trick you used to have Olivier bail you out, that''s why you were so confident in taking responsibility! Even persuading me to release your staff! You...you rat!" "Didn''t you give me this opportunity?" Fleur was steady and calmpared to Virginie. "You were so impatient tosh out at me that you got people to cause trouble at my club. I was just thinking about how you would exact your plot and how to deal with it, but I did not expect..." Fleur smiled mockingly. "Mr. Martinez already said you can''t make a big fuss about this, but you just had to pull this stunt. What tantrum are you throwing?" She was not afraid of making a scene at all, in fact she wanted one to happen. Those two photos were a stroke of genius, forming the essence of this entire situation. However it was not just Virginie who elerated those photos'' appearance. Olivier yed a role too in forbidding her to reveal herself. Between two oppressing forces, there would always be a beam of hope and chance in the middle. ...... Fleur got on the car. She leaned against the backseat, two bodyguards sitting in front. She calmly observed the outside traffic on the trip back. The Oriental Estate was quiet. Even Lulu was sleeping soundly in her room. Fleur petted Lulu, who nuzzled against her hand while snoring. It remained fast asleep. Fleur got up five minutester and went to the neighbouring bedroom. A clean, masculine fragrance wafted through upon opening the door. Olivier must have fallen asleep, with it being so dark. Fleur deftly sat on the bedside. She groped around for his body, then leaned in. Before she could speak her wrist was gripped tight, as if being held down by concrete. It hurt. The lights came on instantly. Olivier red at her coldly, saying in a sharp voice, "How dare you climb into my bed after setting me up?" "I''m here to make amends." "Obviously you''re not all aces in that department. How many times have you ''tried to make amends'' in these past three days?" Fleur nced at him but said nothing. Olivier sat up, which only increased his imposing air. "Not bad out there, that scheme of yours. I originally nned to dig up your background, but now I''ve be your alleged safety. It seems I dug my own grave.¡° His eyes filled with overwhelming venom. "How dare you, Fleur?" Fleur looked down, ying a fragile role. "I had no choice. You and Miss Lopez forced me to a corner, so I could only find a way out myself." She protected herself and exposed them instead. "When did you take the pictures?" "I took the first one when you were casually sitting on the sofa. I thought it was a good angle. It was not intended for anything. As for Master Lopez''s cameo, that was idental too. The second photo was taken on purpose." After her manager called Fleur had immediately began strategising. Fleur took a look at his gloomy face and shuffled closer. If Olivier was tough, she would be soft. Confronting toughness with toughness would be a futile move. "I know I''m in the wrong." She flexed her right wrist which he had gripped. It hurt really bad, especially with the wound on her right hand. "I couldn''t just watch you two ruin my club. Don''t you think I''m the victim in all this? Master Lopez came to my club at five o''clock in the afternoon when the club was still closed. His intentions are obvious." "There would be very few people around at that time. If I had gone to see him, he would have tried to ruin me. To put it lightly, he would have taken advantage of me. In reality, rape would have been on the table." Olivier remained silent throughout her speech, eyes cold. She had even learned to manipte her words. "Besides, I really don''t have a safety or someone secretly protecting me," Fleur said softly, her voice portraying helplessness. "If I had one, how could things end up like this? We never start using force unless someone does first. We only do it if all else fails." Chapter 39: Im Your Wife Chapter 39: I''m Your Wife "Do I have to see to whoever demands to meet me? Do I sleep with every man who demands to?" Sleep with every man who demands to? Olivier narrowed his eyes, as if despising that phrasing. She leaned into him and said, "I really don''t have anyone protecting me. That''s why I had to look for one. I didn''t have a choice. I didn''t want to use you. I know you don''t like being exposed, but this was the best idea I had. With you as my safety, no one will ever mess with me." Fleur''s voice was lyrical and soft. "Look at me," Olivier ordered. Fleur sat up and looked at him obediently. The orange night light outlined her delicate features perfectly. She looked weak, as if she needed to be taken care of. "Many people have been bullying you?" he asked. Maybe he really did not know all there was to this...Olivier found his anger greatly reduced. "Yes." Fleur nodded. Truth be told, she did have many people bully her or with the club. A woman being the owner of a KTV naturally had a bad reputation. Moreover, women were easily bullied in this kind of society. Only when she stopping revealing herself did the bullying reduce, though more and more people began causing trouble at the club. "When the club had just opened, people would often harass me whether vocally or physically. I had no choice but toy lowter on." Fleur turned to face him. "Please don''t be angry at me. I''m sorry, I swear I''ll never do this to you again." "That''s enough. I''ll ept your apology." "Then, are you still angry with me?" Olivier shut his eyes. "Get out." She was just as annoying as her cat! There was a softness on his lips. When he opened his eyes, her face was right before hers, inching back after stealing a kiss. "Then...can you keep on protecting me?" "Fleur." "Hmm?" "You forced me to protect you. Aren''t you ''my woman''?" "What are you saying? I''m your wife," Fleur said meekly. Olivier''s eyes darkened as if he hated that term. Fleur naturally realised it and quickly covered it up with a grin. It was bright as a flower blooming. "Thank you, my handsome Master Olivier!" Her smile was like a young girl''s, wide and innocent. The bloom of it was like a stroke of light in the dark, like an irresistible paw at one''s heart, like a feast for the eyes one could not look away from. As their eyes met, it felt like they were the only ones in the world. A minuteter, Fleur leaned in close and kissed his chin. She made to move upwards but was quickly pulled away by Olivier. ... His eyes were dark, deep pools. "Be serious." Those words sounded teasing for some reason. People really changed easily. Thest time Fleur had kissed him on the lips he had almost killed her. "I am serious. I can''t help it if you''re too handsome." "Be quiet!" Fleur wordlessly tugged at his quilt. "...You want to sleep here?" "Yeah." She nodded. "I came all the way here to apologize to you after returning from the police station without even taking a shower because I knew you were angry. I''m sincere about this, so please don''t drive me away." "Go and get me a ss of water," Olivier said abruptly. "..." "Can I not?" Olivier''s eyes shed dangerously, to which Fleur quickly said, "I''ll go, I''ll go!" She got up and went downstairs. When she came back to the room with some water, she found that the door had been locked. "..." ...... Olivier went to rest on his balcony. In the dark night sky only flickering stars were visible. He looked far away into the horizon, a lit cigarette in hand. Yet he never took a swig. The womanly fragrance on him wafted into his nose with the gentle breeze. The best way for a woman to control a man was to be y coy and show weakness. The cat had mastered the former. Fleur had undoubtedly mastered both and used it smoothly. His phone rang. It was Waldo Guerin. "What?" "''Your woman''? Since when did that happen? How was I not told? Were you set up?" "Yes," Olivier replied curtly. Waldo stood stunned for a moment on the other end of the phone, then began tough. It went on for about two minutes before he continued, "Fleur is such an intelligent woman. I kind of like her." "Don''t insult her name." Waldo paused awkwardly before saying, "Olivier what are you saying? Don''t you always tend to your personal life so it doesn''t end up with a reputation like mine? You already have Virginie, why are you still staking your im over Fleur? I even personally spent hundreds of millions to catch a glimpse of her face!" "It''s precisely because of trash like you that I was set up." "...Who are you calling trash?" "Goodbye." Olivier withdrew the phone, but put it back to his ear again as Waldo continued speaking: "I''m very interested in Fleur. I know you''re not in that kind of rtionship. You''ll definitely deal with her after she set you up. How about this... Punish her however way you want. I''lle and take her away afterwards. I believe I can ''protect'' her as well, since not many people cause trouble for me either." "You''ll have to get in line and wait." "Wait...wait for what?" Olivier''s tonguepped at the his lips. "Wait until I die." ...... It waste at night, Perhaps it was because he had not done it in so long, and even had a small taste of it earlier. Waves of heat rolled through Olivier without pause. Fleur''s scent lingered in the sheets. Olivier frowned and got out of bed, heading straight for the bathroom. He came out half an hourter and changed into dark sleepwear. He headed straight to the balcony table and lit a cigarette. The me flickered in the night. Just then, his cell phone lit up with a new text message. "Mr. Martinez, Miss Leroy does not have a wide social circle. I haven''t found any evidence of close contact with anyone of the opposite sex. She''s the only one behind Stunning. It really sounds like no one is backing her up. As for her situation with Samuel Muller, I haven''t found anything rted in this short while. Please give me some more time." N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. Everyone in Olivier''s circle knew how having no safety was the biggest safety. After having known her for three days, Fleur was definitely not an ordinary woman. Olivier put down his phone, exhaling greenish-white smoke that rose in waves, shading his sharp eyes. His eyes were especially bright in a dark night like this, with a wolf-like alertness. As if waiting for his prey to reveal more and more of itself... as if waiting for a big fish to take his bait. Olivier brought his phone along with him as he went to the study. When he opened the door something touched his foot. With a switch of the lights he saw a ss of water right by his door. Some water had sshed out onto his shoe and the floor. Olivier impatiently ground his teeth. Chapter 40: How Quick A Temper He Had! Chapter 40: How Quick A Temper He Had! At 6.30 AM, Olivier returned to the vi after his morning exercise routine. The sound of utensils nging and things bumping into one another came from the kitchen. Olivier could easily tell whoever it was was just a beginner in cooking. Fleur was still in her shower robe, wavy hair tied into a loose bun which revealed her dainty pale neck. She was carefully frying an egg, flipping it over to its other side. The moment she checked on it with her spat, yolk sttered outwards. Nearly half a dozen deted looking fried eggs sat in the trash bin beside her. Olivier walked over and said sullenly, "Where''s Camille?" Fleur turned around in surprise, eyes catching on his toned muscles beneath his white sweatshirt. "Camille is on leave today, so I''ll make us breakfast." The egg burnt as she spoke. Fleur wrinkled her nose and tossed it in the trash. "Fleur Leroy!" The two words blew like a frosty wind. "If you can''t cook no one''s asking you to! Who are you nning to poison with your food?!" Fleur did not seemingly react to his outburst, merely waved his injured hand around as if to say: "I''m still injured you know. Can you speak softer? Do you really want the neighbours to know you''re scolding me? It''ll be a joke to them." Olivier''s head throbbed angrily. "Pack up your things and leave!" He turned around to go. "Olivier Martinez!" She addressed him sternly. Olivier stopped in his tracks and turned around. Fleur had her arms crossed around her chest. The robe was loose with no sash in sight, which easily revealed herck of an...undercarriage. She sounded angry. His nce diminished her anger somewhat. She walked over to Olivier, 170 cm in height yet still much shorter than the man. She had a keen skill of switching to a soft feminine persona under any circumstance. Her voice was clear and lyrical as she huffed, "I''m not leaving. I will make breakfast for you." Whether or not these words were being pettish or instructive, whenbined together Olivier felt warmth rise in his body. Olivier gazed at her face and that determined look in her eyes. He had the urge to take her right now, but also squeeze her to death. "Waste another egg and I''ll make you eat every single one you threw away!" He made to leave but turned back to add: "And if you won''t wear your underwear, then never wear them again! I''ll burn it all!" Olivier stormed upstairs. Fleur curled her lips as he left, thinking how easily this man could be riled up, how quick a temper he had. ...... Fleur had prepared some sugarless soy milk (she could not find any sugar). Two lopsided eggs sat on Olivier''s te, but none on hers. They each had equal portions of ham, bacon, and toast. Olivier had already changed into a wine-red shirt, depicting a royal yet warm elegance. Fleur sat across of him, sipping some soy milk. When she licked away the froth on her lips, Olivier remarked how it looked exactly like her cat that was drinking water yesterday. "Why aren''t you eating?" Fleur asked. "I''ve tasted it. It''s not that bad. I didn''t waste anymore eggs either. I was careful." "How many faces do you have?" Olivier had no intention of eating the food. He could tell it would not sit well in his stomach based on its smell alone. This woman was smart, silly, cold, cunning, clueless, bold, coy, and determined all in one. Too many faces to show. Thin strands of hair fell loosely across her face from hair bun, creating a carelessly charming portrayal, as if she was some renowned beauty. "I have a thousand faces." She smiled with a full set of teeth. "I bet I have all the faces you like, too." Olivier narrowed his eyes silently. "Master Olivier, which face of mine do you like?" "You''re going to make a fool of yourself again." "How would I?" Fleur said with augh, "I''ve long heard that The Martinez''s young CEO is a good, ethical man who never gets intoplicated affairs. That you''ve only had Miss Lopez by your side for all these years, as if that has never changed." "Such a man would reasonably be opposed to other women''s being close to them. But I don''t think you feel that way with me, on the contrary, I think you quite like it when I kiss you." The living room was very quiet. Lulu walked downstairs, its tail flicking in the air behind it, steps entirely silent. Olivier''s eyes fell on Fleur''s face. He neither corrected her assumptions nor rify himself. Instead, he asked, "Do you like me?" "I do." Fleur nodded, eyes wide. "I''m very open in showing that." "Since you like me, you would be willing to give me something you love, right?" "Of course I would, I''m yours. Tell me what you want from me." "The Stunning Club." "..." Silence resumed. Olivier caught on to the emotions dancing in her eyes. "Hmm? You''re not willing?" "What do you want my club for?" "I''ve never been involved in the entertainment industry. Moreover, the club is Y City''s number one hotspot right now. I want to dabble in it and see how it goes." "Master Olivier." Fleur propped her chin on sped hands with a smile on her face. "You''ll be taking away my lifeline. How am I supposed to survive without it?" "Are you saying you won''t give it to me?" "If you announce I''m Mrs Martinez, and if you can make it so that I don''t have to fulfill your grandmother''s ludicrous request, then I''ll dly give you the club as my dowry." Fleur said easily. "Right now, you neither like me nor is my position here secured, plus I''m going to undergo two years of torture afterwards. If I bet my club in a situation like this I''m afraid I''ll lose everything." Olivier''s eyes shed, staring into hers as if intending to look at who she really was. Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. "What if I insist?" Fleur''s smile faltered ever so slightly before it returned in full view. "So you''ll really make me Mrs Martinez?" "No." "Then why would I give it to you?" She took a drink of soy milk with a smile. "What if...I let you sleep in my bed from now on?" Fleur gazed into his keen eyes. Anyone else saying this would sound like a lunatic right now. Giving him the nightclub, her lifeblood, then letting him...bed her just like that...it was shameless. But this was Olivier speaking. He looked so sure Fleur would agree since he knew she would never leave him alone. He also knew how attractive this offer was to her, simply because she benefited from being close to him. To let Fleur sleep in Olivier''s bedroom on the same bed, did tempt her slightly. However- Chapter 41: Men and Women Gamble with Risk Chapter 41: Men and Women Gamble with Risk "I only have three more nights to sleep in your bed. Just three days, then I''ll have to give you my club. Mr. Martinez, why am I treated cheap when you''re rich as royalty?" "This will be your only chance." Fleur fixed her eyes on him, wondering what he meant. "There''s bound to be a reason you wanted to get close to me. These three days were no doubt spent trying to seduce me, obviously you have much faith in your seduction skills. You also know very well only I can put my grandmother''s request to an end, but this can be done only if you sessfully seduce me." Fleur''s fingers trembled. Her n had been exposed just like that. "As of now, you''re not worth me going against my grandmother''s wishes. With only four days left, this is your only chance." To make him fall in love with her. Fleur ced her ss down and sped her hands together, as if suppressing some emotional rush within her. But it was obvious that was not working anymore. "If you win, you''ll be mine. If you lose, Stunning will be mine and you''ll stay with my grandmother for two years," Olivier continued. "It seems that neither benefits me. Even if I win, I''ll be yours, but your heart would belong to someone else." Not to mention, Olivier would be Virginie''s in thetter oue. "I imagine you were prepared to sacrifice everything you had when you wanted to get close to me with whatever ulterior motive you have." His words were pointed, eyes sharp. He was right. Fleur was ready to sacrifice everything just to fulfil that motivation. "You and I are on unequal ground. You want me. I don''t. My life has been peaceful and quiet for so long, the past few days with you around have been a pain." In other words, Olivier was better off without her Fleur stayed silently gazing at the man. Ever since The Stunning Club got popr in the city, big shot by big shot had continuously offered to buy it from her but she never budged. She never expected Olivier to also fancy it. Or maybe he was testing her. She never revealed why she wanted to get close to him, and neither did he ask. Maybe he did so deliberately to dig everything up bit by bit, or maybe he was waiting for her to give herself away. This was a soundless game that was both secretive and stirring. Just gambling The Stunning Club could test how serious this ulterior motive of Fleur''s was. If her own interests were lesser than what the club could bring, she would definitely disagree to hand over the club. If that happens, she would definitely stick around. Fleur smiled, her eyes twinkling. "This bet is a little too wild." If she won, she would have a man who''s heart belonged to someone else. If she lost, she would lose her club and two years of freedom. Basically Fleur would be trading her club in for two years of freedom, and with Olivier continuing to test her not being off the table, Fleur was at a great disadvantage regardless. But to make Olivier fall in love with her in four days...if this was someone else she would be confident in achieving that. But this was Olivier...she did not have the odds on her side. "Madam Leroy." This was the first time Olivier had addressed her with this title. The way he said ''Madam Leroy'' seemed to elevate it even more. Madam- A title usually given to the final decision maker in a corporation, its CEO. A person of that stature was decisive, determined, very capable, and incredibly respected by all. "Men and women gamble with risk." Fleur felt a sudden dizziness. ...... Olivier did not take a bite of anything before he went to work. Fleur did not bother to clean the table up either. She got dressed and immediately went to the Night Vi. Odette was syed enticingly on her sofa with her legs on the tea table, dressed in a dark red nightgown. The sheer material pooled around her thigh, revealing her pale white skin. She was deadly sexy, casually smoking on a pipe with her hair falling around her shoulders. She had a charm more attractive than Fleur, probably because she came from a rich, powerful family who lived a luxurious life. "Hey." Odette took a drag. "You disturb my sleep this early in the morning, but you don''t tell me why. If you weren''t so pretty I would have kicked you out." Fleur nced at her indifferently. "Can you include me in your will so I inherit everything you own after you die from lung cancer?" "...Why? Do you need the money?" Odette seemed to have caught Fleur''s point. Fleur gave a smile that did not meet her eyes. "I''m not from some wealthy bloodline, of course I need money." "Isn''t The Stunning Club enough for you? You make thousands of millions of dors in profit every month. At the very least you would be getting tens of millions in your ount every month." But she no longer had that money, plus she was being targeted right now. Fleur closed her eyes, mncholy tinging her beauty. Odette silently gazed at her. After a long while, Fleur began, "Hey, based on how much you know Olivier, is he someone who can tolerate being taken advantage of?" Odette naturally knew Fleur was referring to what happenedst night. "If I can''t, what makes you think Olivier can? Those of us in this society are still prideful whether or not we look like that. We don''t tolerate being used or stepped on." "That seems like it..." Fleur stared up at the ceiling. She had only pushed him out to the press like that yesterday and he was already looking to squeeze her dry today. The Stunning Club was not worth her life, but it was nearly so as she relied on it to survive here. "...What do you mean?" Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. Odette fiddled with her pipe, saying, "I did find it strange that even though we schemed to have you sleep with him he didn''t do counterattack you. Andst night too...you know the Martinez family greatly values their reputation, Olivier included. He should have tore you apart by now for having him fall into a love triangle plus making the headlines for it." Who said Olivier did not counterattack? He got her to agree to that silly request from his grandmother after the first scheme, and was now asking her to give away her club after the second. Odette tapped her pipe with a smile. "He''s not into you, is he?" "Oh, of course he is," Fleur could not help butugh, feeling mncholic that it was not true. "If he hasn''t fallen in love with you, find a way to make it so." Odette continued, "Olivier would do anything for the woman he loves, indulging them to no end. Last year, a bangle worth 250 thousand dors caught my attention, I thought of getting it but in the end Olivier bought it instead. Naturally he gifted it to Virginie. Somehow Virginie caused a crack to appear on it sometimeter, then she did something unbelievable. She gave the bangle to one of Olivier''s staff right in front of me and him." "...So that was how the bracelet came about." Fleur realised. Chapter 42: Are You Just Going to Let Her Use You Like That? Chapter 42:Are You Just Going to Let Her Use You Like That? "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 nothingpared 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 canst 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 oues 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?" N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. "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 minutester, 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 hade 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 busyter? 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 minuteter. "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. "Don''t get sarcastic with me. Olivier postponed all his ns this afternoon. Miss Leroy, you framed both of usst night. Do you think I''ll just let it go like that?" "That doesn''t matter to me. Do as you please. If you want to vent and cry to Olivier and actually seed in it that''s kudos to you. But please, have a bottom line. Olivier likes you and always indulges your tantrums. Please don''t hurt him so much." "Oh, so you do know that he likes me. Then what me and him does no longer concerns you. ... The call ended. Fleur ground her teeth, sping onto the phone. This woman was truly...the eldest brat of the Lopez family, arrogant and self-centered. Fleur hated her so much she wanted to tear her apart. ...... Back in Olivier''s office, Virginie had just ced the man''s phone down when Olivier''s secretary Yves came in with some chrysanthemum tea. ... Yves frowned when she saw what Virginie did. Mr. Martinez never liked his phone to be used by others. But because this was Virginie, Yves didn''t say anything. The president favoured her, and Yves was just an assistant, so he dared not object. He ced the tea down. "Miss Lopez, your tea." "Thank you. Did you put sugar in it?" "I already know your preference for sugar to drown out the chrysanthemums'' bitterness, so I''ve already done so." Mr. Martinez had also instructed him of this a long time ago. Virginie took a sip and said, "Thank you." It was sweet with only a hint of bitterness that neutralised the sugar. It tasted just right. The door opened as Olivier came in with some documents. He hesitated for a moment when he saw Virginie but went to his desk anyways. "Free schedule today?" Olivier signaled for Yves to leave. Yves bowed and left. Dressed in a windbreaker, Virginie shied up to Olivier and ced her hands on his desk. "I''m always free when ites to you." Olivier''s lips moved as if smiling, but he said nothing. His wine-red shirt reflected off the bright sunlight, magnifying his masculine appeal. Virginie pouted, a yful look in her eyes. "Let''s have lunch together. I''ve invited you so many times." Olivier sat down, resting his arms on the armrests. He casually looked at her, expression unreadable. "Are you just here to invite me to lunch?" His words were tinged with cold. "Yes...and no." "Tell me." "It''s just, what happenedst night made me ufortable. Fleur tricked me, didn''t she set you up too?" "Did youe to me to be cajoled or stand up for you?" Both. In the past, Olivier would have indulged whatever she did, not even directly address her unexpressed thoughts like this. Because he knew she would be embarrassed. But now, he neither seemed to care for that nor for her embarrassment. "I..." Virginie sat down, palms starting to sweat. "I''m sorry. I''ll first exin why I rejected your proposal that night." "Miss Lopez, a refusal is a refusal. Why is an exnation needed? Do you think I was asking a favour of you?" That was a marriage proposal. Virginie''s eyes red uncertainly. She took a few deep breaths, expression tensing up. "Alright, let''s not talk about that night then. We''ll just talk about Fleur. Why is she left unscathed? Are you just going to let her use you like that?" She no longer mentioned the marriage proposal. Olivier''s eyes were dark and indifferent, creating a distance that was all that more attractive. "I know you''re not pleased about this, Olivier. You''re definitely...thinking of aeback." "Miss Lopez, you''re not as smart as you think. Don''t simply guess." Olivier interrupted her. Chapter 43: Simon Muller, Keep On Being Interested in Me Chapter 43: Simon Muller, Keep On Being Interested in Me Virginie felt numb. Olivier had said simr 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 worest 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 por forest. The trees were dotted with bright yellow leaves, manyyering on the ground as well. It carpeted the road in gold. There were visitors taking pictures, hugging, kissing,ughing, 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 pors. Fleur only looked at him in return. The old woman nced at the two and thought how handsome they both looked together. The young woman really was beautiful. A thought came to the old woman''s mind. With a twinkle in her eyes she asked Fleur while taking her hand, "Miss, you don''t have a boyfriend, do you?" Huh? "My son is 29 years old, has no bad habits to name, and he runs a winery. Would you like to consider This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. him?" Fleur looked at Simon, who seemed to be indulging his mother by not rebutting. "Ma''am, I''m afraid I''m no match for your son. He seems to be quite an outstanding man." "What are you saying? I think he might not be a match for you." "That''s right!" Simon''s father chimed in. What worried him was the fact that his son still had not found someone at this age. "Don''t worry, you''ll be treated right if you join our family." "Mhm!" His mother nodded enthusiastically. She let Simon take his phone out to ask for Fleur''s number. Simon actually did, unlocked his phone and gave it to Fleur, "Add your number and messaging info." The two old folks were overjoyed seeing this exchange. Their son had never been so cooperative before when they tried getting him to get a girlfriend! This time looked promising! Fleur quickly typed something on his phone. When Simon got it back he saw a few words written on it: Don''t interfere. Simon raised a brow with a smile. "Since you''ve given your number, why not we have dinner together?" Simon''s mother said in a coaxing manner. "I..." Before Fleur could respond, Simon was already saying: "Mom, she''ll think there''s no woman in our family if you keep this up." "We aren''t! Who do you think is the reason for that?" Simon''s father responded fiercely. "... At the very least let me do this myself. Dinner is still between the both of us first before we go to you two." That was true. ...... The two old folks left on their own, sent back neither by Simon nor a driver. They even gave Fleur a warm hug before leaving, letting her know where they stayed and that she coulde visit anytime. Fleur stood still for a long time after seeing them off. The parking lot still echoed their lively warmth, wind sending her hair rippling. "Are you envious?" Simon asked. Fleur turned back and met his deep eyes. Simon was as handsome as Samuel was. Her eyes darkened. "Of course. So you have to keep on being interested in me. I''ll join your family if I''m abandoned in the future." "..." Simon''s expression shifted slightly. "Who ever said that I''m into you?" "You''ve been staring the moment you saw me. I had thought you were attracted to me." "Ha." He barked a shortugh. "You''ve been staring at me the moment you saw me, for more than three minutes. Does that mean we''re both interested in one another?" "I never said I was into you." Simon''s jaw tightened at that. He left for the lobby without a word. Fleur pursed her lips. Men had such quick tempers, she thought. Chapter 44: Stay Two Meters Away From Me! Chapter 44:Stay Two Meters Away From Me! Fleur followed suit into the lobby, but the moment she passed the revolving doors, a suit-d man came up to her. "Are you Miss Leroy?" "Yes." "I''m Mr Martinez''s secretary, Yves nc. He asked you toe up." "Okay." They arrived on the 38th floor, where the offices were at. Yves led her into the CEO office where Olivier was answering a call. When they arrived, Olivier turned to look, the arc of his body and neatness of his outfit entuating his charm. Fleur smiled brightly and rounded his desk. "Yes, I''ll contact the warehouse..." A kiss wasnded on his chin. Fleur was on her toes, her eyes determined. Olivier stopped talking. Yves looked in shock, thinking, "Doesn''t the president...just have one girlfriend, Miss Lopez? Why..." But he did not dare question further, just left and closed the office doors. Fleur smiled after that kiss, gazing at him warmly, seemingly no intent to interrupt Olivier''s call further. Olivier''s continued with a frown. "Let the sales manager..." The moment he spoke Fleur kissed him on the lips, holding onto his shirt. Her lips were soft, tasting of fragrance. Her tentative tongue peeked through as well. Olivier grabbed her waist and pulled her away. With a growl, he tucked away his phone and said, "Are you trying to die?" "You looked so handsome when you''re working. I couldn''t control myself." Smack! Olivier tossed his phone on the table and yelled: "Behave yourself! Go sit over there!" Fleur knew when to stop, so she quietly obeyed. Olivier ground his teeth. He could still feel her soft lips and the touch of her hands around his waist. Yves came in again with three sses. "I prepared more options since I did not ask you, here''s some water, coffee, and Jasmine tea." Fleur picked up the tea. She actually liked its bitterness, but the moment she took a sip she found it too sweet. She ced it back down, then reached for the coffee. ... "She''ll have water," Olivier ordered. Yves obeyed without question and handed Fleur the water, to which she only huffed but put the coffee back. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Yves bowed and went out. Olivier came over and sat down. His strong masculine aura wafted out in waves. Fleur immediately sat beside him, grabbing onto his arm which made the man look down. He licked his lips for a moment. "Are you insane?" "...It...it tasted really bad." Fleur stammered. "Why are you serving something that tastes that bad? What client would be willing to drink that?" Olivier''s eyes shed strangely. He instinctively pursed his lips, getting up. A bittersweet taste rose from his mouth and plunged down his throat. His dark eyes seemed to be hiding something, though he wordlessly sat down by his office desk. Without looking up, he ordered, "Stay two meters away from me!" Fleur immediately stopped and rounded his desk again to sit opposite him. "You asked me toe up just to watch you work?" "Go and sit over there. Disturb me again and you''re dead!" Olivier did not look up still. He lifted a document, determination evident in his grasp. Fleur obediently listened. As soon as she sat down, her phone rang. She did not have the number saved but she had a guess of who it was. She hung up. Fleur texted instead, "Mr. Muller, I''m busy right now. We can have a chat sometime soon." "How do I keep being interested in you if you stand me up all the time?" "Then don''t be interested in me for the time being. You can do soter." There was no response to that so Fleur put her phone away and got out a magazine from the table. The first page read: Virginie Lopez, 25 years old, beloved daughter of the Lopez family, graduate from a film school. Directed her first movie at the age of 23 and won the award of best actress because of it. Her romantic affairs with the Martinez''s young master was also included. No one dared cross her in the entertainment circle, and no one dared cause her trouble in society because of Mr. Martinez. God, she''s been spoiled since the day she was born. ...... Ten minutester, someone knocked on the door. "Come in." Olivier said. The person who entered looked to be around Olivier''s age, with a study, elite appearance. "Sir." He greeted Olivier and paused when he saw Fleur. A mix of emotions shed across his face: shock, confusion, then he nodded to Fleur in greeting before making his way to Olivier''s desk. ... Olivier fiercely tossed a document at him. "Something is wrong with the red wine that came in a week ago. Its ages are wrong and its taste profile has decreased in quality. Pull back all the red wine in the hotel and do a thorough inspection." "Yes, sir!" The manager took the documents, a hint of fear in his eyes as he nced at it. He quickly exited the office. Olivier started to work on another document. Five minutester he heard the click of a phone camera. He looked up. Fleur was d in a ck dress, inky hair across her shoulders while her yellow windbreaker draped on the back of the sofa. The hem of her skirt pooled in frills around her ankles. She was taking pictures of him with her phone. Fleur peeked out when Olivier looked over, her smile toothsome. "You look so cool." Olivier''s tight grip on his documents left a wrinkled mark. "Fleur Leroy," He growled threateningly. "You''re still taking photos? Did you not learn your lessonst night?" Fleur immediately put away her phone. How could she not have learned fromst night? Olivier wanted to take away her club. "Fine, I won''t disturb you. Go ahead and work, we''ll have lunch once you''re done." Sheid down but remembered someone mighte inter, so she got up. "Do you have a lounge here?" Before Olivier could answer Fleur had already left the office. Her confident stride and the clear clicking of her heels on the floor left an impression of feminine maturity. Olivier tightened his grip around his pen. A secondter he mmed it onto the desk and got up. He went to the balcony for a breather. Opposite the river directly in front of his office building was The Stunning Club itself in all of its 15- storeyed glory. It was not too marvelous in looks, but for a KTV, it was impressive on its own. ...... It was not until 12 o''clock that Olivier stopped working, massaging the bridge of his nose. He went downstairs and prepared to leave when he remembered Fleur was still here. So he went back in. The lounge was dim when he entered. Fleur was sleeping peacefully, looking as if she was having a pleasant dream. She was not that irritating in sleep. After all, she was still a stunningly beautiful woman. Her graceful features, snow-white skin, and lean bodice, all added to her The Stunning Club. A heat rose from Olivier''s lower abdomen as he gazed at her. The slow yet sharp heat seeped all the way to his mind. He sat on the edge of the couch, eyes moving across Fleur''s body... Five minutester, her phone rang. There was no caller ID but Olivier recognised the number as Simon''s. Chapter 46: I Seem to Already Have Plans for Her Chapter 46: I Seem to Already Have ns for Her ...This man was really clueless to the ways of seduction. "You want me to bring up other men right now? What a moodkiller that''ll be." "So you have already had a lover." "Yes." Fleur said, "I can''t be as infatuated as Mr. Martinez is with only one Miss Lopez for all these years." "So did your ex teach you the way you seduce men now? Or did you treat him the same stubborn way as right now?" Fleur stayed silent. Her eyes zed over for a moment before she smiled widely. "I would devoted myself to my lover, never suppressing my affection and love for him." "Mr. Martinez." Fleur''s fingers lingered by his lips, her voice maic. "You''ll find that being my lover is a very blissful thing to be." "So, who was your lover?" Olivier pried her hand away. "You want to know? You''re not going to get jealous and beat him to a pulp are you?" "I want to have a talk with him and see whether being your boyfriend is actually ''blissful''." "Of course it is." "Then why did youe to me? Did he got so annoyed by you that he snapped and dumped you?" Fleur''s eyes shed. "Do I annoy you?" "Very much so!" Fleur then crossed her arms around her chest. "Fine, I''ll leave you to your peaceful quiet." She turned around and left. Olivier did not respond either. When she reached the door: "I''ll get off work at 6 PM and be back for dinner at by 7. Get four dishes ready by then." Fleur was stunned silent. She did not know how to cool, besides, she would be going to The Stunning Club tonight after seeing Simon''s text. "Mr. Martinez, can I cook for you some other night?" "Is that all the sincerity you have to show if you want me to like you?" "..." "Four dishes, no more no less. If it tastes terrible, you''re sleeping in the guestroom tonight." ...... After Fleur left, Olivier took a deep breath. The raw heat he felt ever since Fleur arrived had never left. Desire tinged his eyes, adding an irresistible charm to his features. It took him a long while to recover himself. He went to his desk just as his phone rang. "Speak." Olivier still felt the echoes of Fleur''s lips and taste on his, carrying a seductive memory. He ced a lit cigarette in his mouth to wipe away all traces of her taste. "Mr. Martinez, I''ve found new information. Samuel Muller was previously primarily responsible for S City''s winery. His activity was centered there as well. Miss Leroy on the other hand was in L City before she came here. There is no record of them being involved." Really? Was the lover Fleur talking about not Samuel then? "Go on." "Master Samuel apparently did have a lover. When I went to S City to enquire about it, the winery staff imed Master Samuel took care of his lover very much and never brought her out into the public eye, hence they''ve never seen her as well. Miss Leroy has been in L City for the past few years, but her circle was always small. She only has an elder sister and no other rtives. There''s nothing else out of the ordinary. She never left L City either. All ofst year, There was no news about her." This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Olivier silently listened to the speaker with his eyes closed. "We''re not sure where she was or what she did. There was no telmunication records of her that we could be fine. The next time she appeared was here in Y City, opening up the Stunning. With all the facts together: disappearing for a whole year, then opening up the Stunning only for it to quickly rise to be one of the top hotspots in Y City. If Fleur did not have arge circle nor any powerful providers behind her, the only logical reason was that she was an extremely brave woman, and a good business woman at that. But if it was not because she had a wealthy or influential background nor provider, how could she have gotten the minimum tens of millions of dors needed to build such arge nightclub? Fifteen-storeys at that, too. How did she manage that? "Are you sure she had nothing to do with Samuel?" "If the information was not tampered, then yes, I''m sure. Their lives never interfered with one another and neither did they ever cross paths." ...... Fleur leisurely went downstairs in the elevator reserved for the president''s use. When she reached her car in the parking lot, she rested in it for a long while. Sheid down afterwards, resting her eyes for a moment before starting the engine and heading straight to her club. No one was in the club at 2 PM, only she alone stood in the empty hall, eyes scanning the luxurious interior design. Fleur strode to the bar and sat down, where the surface had been vandalised until a 2 meter crack appeared. She stayed there quietly, thoughts undecipherable. An hour had passed by the time she regained some semnce of awareness. Dazed, she got up and phoned Thierry. "Were one of the waitresses hospitalised?" Thierry had said her teeth were punched out. "Yes." "Have finances pay her an extra sum of constion money." "Yes, miss." Fleur returned to the Oriental Estate after that. Olivier knew she did not know how to cook yet asked her to. Obviously he did it on purpose. To have someone warm her bed tonight, Fleur could only obey. Simon called while she was going back with another number. "You cklisted me?" Fleur wore sunsses that entuated her delicate face. "Mhm. We''re notpatible." "Miss Leroy, you sure have a way of luring men in." "Thank you. That''s what my Olivier said as well." Simon''s heavy breathing could be heard from the other end of the phone. With augh, Fleur said, "Simon, are you getting aroused just by listening to my voice?" "..." "Be careful. I might tell Olivier and he''lle after you." "Fleur." Simon did not sound angry, instead his voice was deep and maic. "You''re really not concerned I''ll lose control of myself ande at you one day, huh?" "Resist it first. You can wait until Master Olivier abandons me, then you can lose control." Simon hung up and took a deep breath. It was curious how Fleur could arouse one''s anger just as easily as she could arouse desire. Perhaps it was even more so for Olivier. Just then, Olivier called. "Mr. Martinez, what can I do for you?" "The investigation reports say Samuel and Fleur had no connections at all, neither in a rtionship nor even friends. You can stop concerning yourself with her." Simon did a twirl in his office chair. The sunlight ncing off his leg made the lean muscle there visible. "Olivier, are you warning me not to cross paths with her that often?" "Smart man. I won''t need to waste my breath then." "Pity, I seem to..." Simon eyed the sunlight on the floor, recalling when Fleur was lying against his desk. His eyes seemed to deepen. "...already have feelings for her." Chapter 47: Olivier, Youre an Asshole Chapter 47: Olivier, You''re an Asshole "Then get ready to be a backup." Olivier''s words were straightforward, a bright flush of warmth beneath his lips. "But I believe with Fleur''s beauty she has more than enough backups at this point. You''ll have to wait in line behind Waldo." He paused, then continued, "She won''t be going to the club tonight. If you want to wait, do as you wish." The call ended. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. Olivier clenched his phone, a vein throbbing in his hand. It took half a minute to subside. Just then, Yves came into his office, saying, "Mr. Martinez, Miss Lopez has been in an ident." ...... Back at the Oriental Estate, Fleur had gotten many ingredients from a rare trip to the supermarket. She bought so much red lines had been etched into her skin from the weight of carrying them. In the kitchen, she first divided into the ingredients into different categories, then devoted to studying various recipes. Cooking was not difficult, she just had to practice a few times to get the hang of it. Fleur repeatedly made the same dish until she got it right. It took her three hours, from 4 to 7 PM, for the four dishes to beplete and served. Her hands were heavily wounded by then. She had several blisters on the back of her hands, some burn injury, and even bloody cuts on her fingers. She had never had any experience cooking. It was much more stressful and tough than working, she found. Fleur could not help feeling a sense of pride when she looked at the food she had made. Lulu came out of nowhere, hopped on the table and headed straight for the shrimp dish. "This is not for you." Fleur tried to lure it away but Lulu did not budge. Fleur then relented and fed her a piece of shrimp. The cat took a bite then spat it out. It meowed woefully at Fleur. Then she pawed along the table as if digging at cat litter. With a pair of chopsticks in hand, Fleur shooed it off. Lulu went to the kitchen, but reappeared a secondter to meow at Fleur. It was meowing for water. She went and poured some water for Lulu, then pat its head as itpped the water up. Fleur could not imagine how awful the food tasted for even the cat to have spat it out. ..... 7.30 PM. 8PM. 9PM. Olivier still had not returned home. The dishes were already cold. Fleur did not eat either, waiting for him toe back. Her hands were hurting badly. At 9.30 PM, when Fleur was about to call Olivier, she saw a news headline pop up in her phone notifications. "Celebrity star Virginie Lopez injured during filming, rumored CEO lover to the rescue from 100 miles away." Fleur clicked on it. A photo of Olivier bridal-carrying Virginie with her invisible injury in his arms popped up. Just the picture alone gave off Olivier''s domineering aura. The filming was located at the edge of Y City, more than 100 miles distance from city centre. To go that far one would have to use the highway. Olivier sure was determined. No wonder he was not back yet. He was likely staying at the hospital with his beloved Virginie. Fleur opened a social media app and scrolled through thements. They were pretty much the same: either admiring Miss Lopez fortune to have such a man around, or admiring a dedicated man such as Olivier, or praising them as a dreame-true couple. She stopped after two minutes, going to ce it on the desk. But with her hand injuries twinging, her grip slipped and her phonended heavily against the surface. Fleur went andid down on the sofa. She switched on a random TV channel, lefts its volume on, and slept. An arm was raised and syed across her face, creating a portrait of pleasant beauty. Lulu dashed over a momentter into her arms, nuzzling and ying cute. Fleur held it close in response. Lulu fell asleep after some time, creating a beacon of warmth in Fleur''s arms. She didn''t know how much time had passed before the growl of a car engine sounded outside. Light sshed across the walls, illuminating the clock. It was one in the morning. It was already thiste? Fleur had really just slept on the sofa for that long without waking up. The door opened. Fleur could feel Olivier''s gaze on her as he entered. A minuteter, he came over. Sitting across from her, Olivier said hoarsely, "Get up." Fleur did not move. Olivier could easily tell she was awake. "I had some things holding up my time, that''s why..." he said cidly. She still did not budge. "I''ll say it again: get up." Only then did Fleur open her eyes. Hair fell across her face, half shielding her eyes. She gazed at him from behind her curtain of her. Her eyes were cold. "Do my emotions not matter just because I have a reason for getting close to you? So I can''t even be angry at you?" "It honestly doesn''t matter too much to me," Olivier spoke without sugarcoating anything. Fleur closed her eyes, jaw clenching. "But aren''t you already angry? That''s why I''m trying tofort you here." "Do you think just telling me you''re busy is enough tofort me?" "Miss. Leroy," Olivier addressed her with that title again. He moved her hair away from her eyes, revealing her delicate face. "I am exining why I came backte because I am a man, not because of any affection towards you." In other words, Olivier was only being polite because of his upbringing, and this exnation of his was for his own ears only so he could feel better, not for her! Odette had said, ¡°Those of us in this circle are prideful, even though we may not look like it." Fleur slowly got up, waking Lulu in herp. It turned over and went back to sleep. "You bastard," Fleur whispered. Olivier''s eyes flitted over her hands, immediately spotting the red-stained bandages. He frowned. "Olivier, you bullied me." "Mm." He grunted nonchntly and retrieved a first aid kit from beneath the tea table. "I''ve never suffered this much with any man." The light falling on Olivier''s face ented his strong masculine aura, creating a maic, attractive charm. His features and the way he held himself added to it too. "I''ve never let a woman suffer like this before either," He said quietly, propping the kit up. "I was only provoked, tempted, angered, and abused." Fleur knew he was talking about herself. "Why won''t you ask me what my motive ask? I''d tell you if you would just ask." "Miss Leroy." Olivier''s dark yet sharp eyes met hers. "I don''t want to know. I just want to see you slowly reveal yourself to me and watch you fumble trying to hide. When ites to prey, half the fun is already watching it panic and not know what to do." He added, "And I can still use this motive of yours to manipte you. Why wouldn''t I be d to be kept in the dark?" Chapter 48: Youre That Obsessed with Me? Chapter 48:You''re That Obsessed with Me? "And I can still use this motive of yours to manipte you. Why wouldn''t I be d to be kept in the dark?" He resembled a fierce predator right now, fangs bared and dripping with a dangerous, strong aura. Fleur did not dare make her next move. Sudden death seemed more worry-free and preferable than if you were told when you would die. The process leading up to your known death was the most depressing thing one could bear, truly a dark period in one''s life. It was enough to make people go crazy. Olivier had already gone to the dining room when Fleur broke out of her deep in thought. She clenched her jaw while eyeing his back. This man was really hard to deal with. ...... The rice in the rice cooker was still hot, but the dishes went cold. Olivier examined the dishes on the table, expression unreadable. Fleur walked over with the first aid kit. "Aren''t you going to help me?" "Don''t you know how to?" "No." Olivier nced at her for a split second then sat down as if for the sake of the dishes. Fleur sat beside him and passed her hand to him. "Help me with the wound and I''ll warm the food up for you." Olivier said nothing, only examined her wrist in his grasp, his eyes deep yet bright. Her hands were covered with ointment and clumsily wrapped. The man''s face was right in front of hers, features equally handsome. She leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. Olivier stopped what he was going, ncing at her. "That''s to reward you." Fleur said, her lips enchantingly red. "For rescuing a damsel in distress, Miss Lopez." A curious expression flitted across Olivier''s face but disappeared in an instant. "Are you deciding to act generous now that being angry doesn''t work?" "Yes." Fleur sighed. "What can I do? I wanted you toe back but that happened...You don''t even care if I''m angry. I might as well force myself to ept it." "Are you that upset?" "At least I''m not vain in acting generous when knowing I was mistreated." Olivier released her hand and decided to not pursue the topic any further. "Go warm up the food." Fleur saw how wrapped up her hands were. Warm up the food? She could not even get a ss of water right now. N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive ? material. She still went to the kitchen though,ing back and forth each time with different dishes in her bandaged hands. She gave off a clumsy yet pitiful demeanour. Olivier crossed his arms over his chest, seemingly arrogant. He gazed at Fleur when she came back out the second time. This woman... ...was definitely pretending to y the victim. Though her acting was really imperceptible at times. After getting thest dish into the kitchen, Fleur came back out a minuteter, "How does your microwave work?" Olivier gave her a cold stare. Tender, snow-white skin, delicate body, did not even know how to use a microwave. What manner of rich family was she spoiled by? He got up and went to the kitchen with Fleur trailing behind. "It''s too high-tech. I don''t know how to use it. Steaming them in the pot is troublesome." Olivier pressed a few buttons and the microwave came to life. When he turned to look, Fleur''s face was just about pressed up his back. "Step back." She did. Olivier got a ss of warm water and went back out to the table. His phone vibrated in his pocket. At this hour, only one person would call him. Surprise surprise, it really was her. Olivier unlocked the phone and ced it to his ear. Neither of them spoke, as if silentlymunicating with each other. Only their breaths sounded. Half a minuteter, Virginie spoke in a gentle tone, "Did you get home?" Olivier looked at Lulu who had climbed up onto the dining table. It yawned. Olivier marveled at his first time seeing a cat yawn. "Yes." A single syble. "Thank you for today." "Yep." Another word and the call was over. Virginie felt cold all over. When she got injured, Olivier had brought her to the hospital from the set lounge to have her checked up. In the moment Virginie had thought they were still like back then, Olivier doting and taking care of her. She had also thought he would stay in the hospital for the night with her. But he left just like that. He even sounded indifferent on the phone call. Virginie felt like her world had just swayed and fallen into a dark pit, as if it had just copsed on her. ...... Fleur brought out the dishes one by one, then finally served Olivier some rice and brought him a pair of chopsticks. No matter how hard Fleur waved her injured, bandaged hand in front of him, Olivier remained passive. He ate a bite of vegetables...and paused briefly. You could definitely tell they did not taste good at all. "...Olivier." Fleur had her chin resting on a hand. "Spit it back out, I dare you." Olivier did not spit the food out not because of her vague threat, but because he never wasted food. So long as it was not poison, he would eat it. He took a drink of water with every mouthful of food until he finally finished half a bowl of rice. Setting down his chopsticks, he nced at her indifferently. "It seems I''ve made another mistake in asking you to cook, apart from this marriage agreement." Fleur pouted but said nothing. "I can''t imagine how happy being your lover would be if your cooking tastes like this." "..." ...... Fleur had Lulu sleep in her bed, meanwhile she got dressed in her sleepwear before heading over to Olivier''s. There was no one in the room when Fleur entered, though the shower was upied. Fleur opened the bathroom door without hesitation, revealing Olivier standing under the water as naked as the day he was born. ... Fleur had intentionally wanted to spring this on him, but she got distracted the moment she saw his handsome features framed by water, the fine lines of his abs, and... Fleur suddenly realised Olivier had a towel around his waist when she recovered from staring. Water still dripped off his hair. She smiled and said steadily, "Can I join you?" Olivier looked really hot with his muscles and body bare. Even the water droplets on his chest seemed to cling on, unwilling to let go. He squinted. "You''re that obsessed with me?" "Mhm." Fleur lifted her hand out to him, her voice echoing in the steamy bathroom. "I can''t take a shower ''cause my hand can''te in contact with water. Can you help me?" Her incredibly beautiful face coupled with that voice of hers seemed to be specifically used to entice men. Olivier''s voice was ice cold: "How thick-skinned you are, like you''re made out of animal hide." !!! He was insulting her! Olivier grabbed her by her shirt and pushed her out before locking the door shut. He took a deep breath beneath the warm shower spray. Fleur was getting bolder by the day. Chapter 49: Dont Play Coy with Me Chapter 49: Don''t y Coy with Me When Olivier finished his shower, Fleur was already in a ck nightgown, sitting on his bed with a pillow in her arms, giving a gentle and quiet demeanour at first nce. Olivier went straight past her to the balcony and lit a cigarette. He felt the woman''s soft weight leaning into his back two minutester. He flicked away some ash, ncing down at the bandaged hand wrapped around his waist. The exposed skin was deathly pale. Olivier did not say a word. Still hugging him, Fleur shifted around so she was against his chest, clinging onto him as if she were boneless and could only rely on Olivier''s body for support. "Bathe me, please." She said quietly. "If you can''t bathe yourself then don''t. Go sleep on the sofa." "I was injured because of you." Fleur raised her neck so her chin rested against his chest. "I want to sleep in your bed with you." The night already brought a seductive wave. Now with Fleur clinging against him with her skin bare beneath the thin strap of her gown, it added even more seduction to the air. Olivier lowered his head, eyes deep whirlpools of emotion. "Don''t y coy with me." Fleur''s lips closed and then loosened with a wet pop. Olivier''s brows furrowed. "Go take a bath, otherwise don''t even think ofing into bed. Find a way to wash yourself, I won''t." He grabbed onto her waist intending to push her away, but realised how soft and delicate she felt, just d in her thin sleepwear. It felt as if he could break her with the lightest touch. Fleur smiled brightly at him, deliberately pressing into his palm. "Olivier." Olivier did not respond, only gazed at her steadily. "One day I''ll make it so you''ll want only me." No expression flitted across Olivier''s face. He murmured after a few seconds: "Just like you want only me right now?" "That''s right." Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. "So before that happens, can you at least not get me irritated at you?" "..." "I don''t like using force against women, nor do I like to loose my temper." In other words, if it was not for his upbringing, she would have been long gone, far far away from him with not a single chance toe close. Well then. Fleur pursed her lips and loosened her arms from his body, reluctantly moving away. "Meanie," She mumbled, then went back into the bathroom. By the time Olivier raised his hand, the cigarette had already burnt his finger. It had already burnt out when Fleur came to annoy him. He tossed the cigarette butt into the trash can, his finger stinging. He gazed at the city in the distance, lights like stars against the night sky. His expression hardened, deep and thoughtful, hard to decipher. "One day I''ll make it so you''ll want only me." ...... Fleur''s hand was no longer bandaged after she came out from the shower. The injuries on her hands had only gotten more inmed aftering into contact with water, especially the cut on her finger. Olivier was sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone. Fleur sat down beside him, giving him her hand. "Help me." Her hands were beautiful, fingers slender and well-proportioned, nails rounded, skin delicate. You could instantly tell she had never did a rough day''s work in her life. How could there only have been her and her sister if that was so? Did her sister do all the housework? Olivier''s nced at her, eyes imperceptible. "You''ll annoy me to death if I don''t help you, won''t you?" "No I won''t. I''ll only keep on whining cause of the pain. Even if I don''t get any sleep, I still won''t disturb you from your sleep." Olivier snorted. As if he believed her! He ced his phone down and bandaged her hand again. ... "Put it away." Fleur tucked the medicine kit back onto the shelf and got into the bed, diving under the quilt. To be exact, she dove straight into Olivier''s arms. Seeing that he did not object, Fleur snuggled close to him and pulled the quilt up over their heads. Their shared breaths warmed the space. There was nearly no distance between them. They did not need to be kissing to feel a deep sense of desire and romance. "Olivier," Fleur said, her gauze-wrapped hand cupping his face. "You''re an old virgin who only just had a taste of women. Shouldn''t you be obsessed with it?" At such a close distance, Fleur''s eyes shone bright as pearls in the dark, unmasked by the night. Her soft body was pressed against his. Olivier took her hand away from his face and pinched her cheeks with two fingers, making her mouth open into an O. "That isn''t the only ce a man can find satisfaction from, understand?" His deep voice warned. ... Well that was a good a hint as any. "Stay away from me and go to sleep, or I''ll find a way to be satisfied even without having s*x with you." He released his grasp. Fleur stared at him momentarily thenid her head against his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat underneath the muscle. "Oli..." "Be quiet." She was immediately interrupted. "...Don''t even think of anywhere else besides there. My mouth is only for eating food." Olivier tilted his head, eyes dark as they gazed at her. He looked as if he wanted to choke her. Fleur smiled sweetly. "Let''s get some rest. Will you at least hold me?" In the middle of the night, Fleur was shocked awake by a bright light. Her bleary eyes found Olivier''s phone on the nightstand and saw a text from Virginie. "Olivier, are you asleep? I can''t sleep." It was three o''clock in the morning. Fleur deleted the text message, put the phone down, and went back to sleep. She could not feel anyone beneath her, so she turned around... and saw Olivier all across the bed. The bed was so big, there was at least space of five people between them. Fleur red at him then mbered over to pull at his arm. Olivier woke up as if from a dream and said sharply with an icy gaze, "What?!" "Hold me." She really was cold, with half her body exposed to the night air previously. Fleur grabbed his arm and ced it on her waist. Olivier''s breathed harshly, tugging at her hair, and in the process her closer, after a moment. "You''re never going to stop, are you!" Such a tug had her skin-close with him, as if they were holding one another closer. ...If only Olivier did it willingly. ...... This was the first night she was sleeping in the same bed with Olivier. At least, their bodies were very close, if they were not holding one another to sleep. Olivier''s arm was numb when he woke up in the morning. Fleur was sleeping soundly against his arm. Perhaps because of their shared warmth, her face was as red as if she were blushing, giving off a more heart-racing effect than usual. As if a just-blossomed cherry blossom, enticingly delicate. Fleur''s arms and legs were hooked around his body. Not exactly an attractive posture. He withdrew his numb arm, causing one of her shoulder straps to slip down, revealing tender white skin. Just like that, heat rushed and swelled in Olivier. The man instantly went for the bathroom, dosing himself in ice cold water. Chapter 50: Do You Want to Know Why I Hit You? Chapter 50:Do You Want to Know Why I Hit You? It was seven in the morning. When Fleur went downstairs, she saw Camille dusting up. Olivier was nowhere in sight. He must have left early. "Miss, what would you like for breakfast?" "Anything will do." After ying with Lulu for a while, Fleur ate her breakfast. News of Olivier and Virginie was still making the headlines on her phone. Along with all sorts of envy and praise from the public. Fleur clicked her tongue and suddenly felt the pain worsen in her hand. She would have to go see the doctor. ...... Virginie sat by her bed in the hospital. Her injuries were actually not that serious, just a mild knock on her head while she was hooked up on wires which caused some dizziness. Besides that she only suffered mild bruises here and there. Her pale features depicted just how much sleep she gotst night - none. Mathilde came into her ward wearing a mask and a cap. Virginie smiled the moment she saw her. "If it isn''t the celebrity singer herself. Come to visit?" Mathilde took off her mask, face revealed. "Yes, this celebrity singer came all the way to check on you. How''s your injury? Shouldn''t be too bad, right?" "Yeah, it''s not too bad." "That''s good. Hmm? Isn''t Mr. Martinez around?" Virginie''s beautiful face went dim for a moment but quickly recovered. "He''s just busy, being the president with such big responsibilities, he has to deal with many things every day. Since I wasn''t that hurt I just told him to leave." Mathilde clearly saw the dull expression Virginie sported moments ago and quickly understood. She sat down. "The night Young Master Waldo asked me to sing for them at the club, Fleur Leroy arrived in our room a little bitter. She went straight into Olivier''s arms the moment she entered, as if they were very close." She even admitted she was Stunning''s owner. Later she said she was Olivier''s woman. Did you get cucked or what?" Virginie did not expect that, so for a moment she did not know what to say. She and Olivier had been estranged since Fleur appeared. If it was in the past, Olivier would not have leftst night and would have even checked on her closely in the morning. "What are you talking about? Olivier and I are not lovers, much less this cuckolding. If word gets out, it would ruin his reputation." "Really? Who doesn''t know you and Olivier are in that kind of rtionship? But now that''s changed. Spections are growing on that." Mathilde quickly pitched her analysis of the current situation. Virginie closed her eyes. It was only early morning and already she was anxious and jumpy. She picked up her phone again and saw there was still no missed call or text message. She could not help but feel more anxious. "Don''t worry about it. I have a n." Mathilde gently pinched Virginie''s face. "You incite envy from many, practically everyone''s admired goddess. Careful you don''t...escte things the wrong way." Virginie had always been highly respected in the media. She had been in the entertainment circle for two two three years and never epted interviews. People could only imagine the romance between her and Olivier. But now Fleur had showed up...how could Virginie lose to some nightclub owner? After Mathilde left, Virginie called her father. "Dad, could you help me out? I''m going to buy the Stunning Club." She would be the club''s owner. No one knew who it''s current owner was anyway. In the future, Virginie would be known as its only owner. That breaking news between The Stunning Club''s owner and Olivier...would turn out to just be Virginie then...only her from the start till the end. ...... An hourter, Virginie was woken up from her sleep. She opened her eyes and saw her nurse. Fleur was beside her. Virginie slowly sat up. Her face was bone white, more haggard than sick. With her long hair flowing freely and her eloquently ced facial features, Virginie did indeed have some charm. She was once even on par with Odette Durand, Y City''s top beauty. Unfortunately for the both of them, Fleur was now here. If they could devastate a city with their looks, Fleur could devastate a country. "What are you doing here?" Virginie asked after the nurse went out. Fleur exuded a strikingly cold grace in a deep skirt and ck jacket. There was an obvious exquisiteness to her casual look. She stood by the bed with her hands in her pockets. "I''m here to see you." "Hmph, you''re just here to make a fool of me. I haven''t gotten even with you for setting me up yet." "I''m always waiting for you to get even with me." Fleur stepped forward, staring straight at Virginie. "Virginie Lopez, didn''t I say I get irritated when you call Olivier?" "Well I don''t like you around him either. Would you just disappear then?" Fleur bent down, face menacingly in hers. She was not really being fierce, yet Virginie grew defensive. "What are you doing?" "Do you know?" Fleur''s eyes were ck as snake scales, coupled with her sharp features, it made quite an intimidatingly scary look. Virginie''s breath stuttered in fear. "Ever since the first time I saw you, I''ve always really wanted to do something." "...What is it?" "To p you." "How dare you!" Smack! As soon as Virginie finished speaking, a pnded on her face. Her pale skin bloomed red with that Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. single hit. "Fleur Leroy, you..." Virginie''s anger dissipated in seconds with the p, reced with shock and dumbfoundedness. No one had ever hit her. "Do you want to know why I hit you?" Though Fleur''s gaze was light, they carried a sharpness equal to des. She had worn gloves due to her injury, and the gloves'' material had added to the friction in the p on Virginie''s face. "Because you need a lesson." Virginie felt anger rise within her. She wanted to hit Fleur back, but as soon as she raised her hand Fleur caught it in a tight grip. Virginie did not know a woman could have strength like that. Her arm turned numb with pain. "There are many like you who love someone while having another person being putty in your hands. Unfortunately, you''re not as lucky as everyone else. You met me." Every word that came out of Fleur''s mouth bit like fierce wind. Virginie had never met such a a terrifying situation before. "Why...why did you hit me?" "Because you piss me off!" Fleur tossed Virginie''s hand away harshly. Virginie''s body shook from Fleur''s strength. She clenched her fists and said, "Do you who you''re dealing with? Even if I don''t have Olivier''s protection, I can still easily kick you out of Y City. Do you dare mess with me?" "I don''t care about the Lopez family. That p..." Fleur bent down again, showing Virginie the deadly hate in her eyes. "...was for you even before I met you." Chapter 51: Simon Was the First, So Youre the Second Chapter 51:Simon Was the First, So You''re the Second No matter how much one tries to conceal their inner thoughts and desires, it always manages to show in their eyes. Right now Fleur''s eyes were shining with the desire to tear Virginie apart. A chill ran down Virginie''s spine. The words "...was for you even before I met you." reminded her of Samuel, though she was not sure why. Samuel... Virginie''s heart sank. She instinctively turned her head away. Gloved fingers gripped her chin the next second and forced her to gaze back into Fleur''s eyes. "Behave yourself. Don''t text a man at in the middle of the night. Don''t repeat your ugly tricks, otherwise you''ll get more than just a p." Fleur''s words rang loud and clear: Don''t text men in the middle of the night. Don''t repeat your ugly tricks. Virginie was still thinking about them after Fleur left. First of all, how would Fleur know she texted Olivier in the middle of the night? Olivier would never tell her. It was either Fleur secretly peeked at his phone, or they were living together. But that was impossible. Olivier could not possibly be living with another woman. Secondly, those words: "Don''t repeat your ugly tricks." meant there was at least another simr past urrence which was the same as the current one... Virginie thought of Samuel again. If Fleur had known about all the texts Virginie sent Samuel in the past, that meant Fleur was with Samuel, that she was his... Virginie felt anxious all over again, numbness tingling all over her body, the pain on her face momentarily forgotten. ...... The sports car running along the street had its ceiling down, autumnal wind breezing across Fleur''s long flowing locks. Her fragrance wafted out all along the way. A pair of shades hid her eyes and their depths, only her beautiful face was exposed, leaving an unforgettable sight. She stopped at a red light. Fleur rested an arm on the window, then her face on it, silently contemting. Gloomy clouds shielded the sun, dimming its rays. Her features dimmed with theck of light, depicting an extraordinary beauty. As the light turned yellow, she sat back up and slowly released the brake. Just then, someone leapt into the front passenger seat, high-spirited and imposing. He had amorously delicate eyes, full of vigour. Fleur nced at him, only for him to beam at her. She resumed driving. A minuteter: "Waldo." Her voice was gentle. "If you keep staring at me like this, I''m afraid people will think a scandal is in the works." "If there is a scandal, I''ll prove it true." "Sure." Fleur smiled lightly. "Let''s see if you''d like to be my second spare." "..." "Simon was the first, so you''re the second." Fleur grinned. "You can introduce more spares to me. I don''t mind." "..." Waldo tugged at his seatbelt, squinting at Fleur and eyeing her gloved hands. He said tauntingly, "Can''t I step in line before Olivier?" "Nope. He''s the principal lover, unmovable whatsoever." Waldo leaned the seat back and looked at her. She was truly a beautiful woman, even her earlobes were dainty and attractive. "Why don''t we go find your principal lover for lunch? You''ll find out how annoying he is once you two get to know each other more." Olivier was indeed annoying. Getting so antsy whenever Fleur touched him. ...... Upon arriving at the Moss Hotel, Olivier was not anywhere to be seen. Yves said that he had an appointment at noon. It was only Waldo and her in a corner, enjoying the magnificent hall. "Are we still eating?" Fleur asked. "Of course, do you really think I''m looking for Olivier to have lunch with?" "I know you covet me." "...Madam Leroy." Waldo hiked an ankle up over his thigh. "Don''t think of yourself as some experienced seductress. I''dpete with you otherwise and conquer you in love." "It doesn''t matter to me." Fleur folded her arms leisurely folded her arms around her chest. "You''ll have to prepare to run for the hills if you want to conquer me." Waldo nodded repeatedly. "Such a curious woman. I''m really more and more into you as time goes by." He said radiantly, "Say, what should I do?" "Resist." "..." "Don''t say it out loud. It gets tiring refusing people all the time." This woman...Waldo bit the inside of his cheek, staring steadily ahead at her. "The more extraordinary a woman behaves, the more outstanding she bes. The more different you act from others, the more pursuers you gain." "So what? I''m not going to act modest and lower myself in public just to dispel everyone''s thoughts and desires." Waldo stayed silent. Fleur was quite something. She did not seem like the type to marry as she would have many admirers. To be her man, one would had to be mentally strong. Plus, he would have to be financially capable, otherwise, he would not be able to afford having Fleur as his woman. ...... Lunch with Waldo was fairly pleasant, though he did flirt with her from time to time, Fleur knew he was not interested in her that way at all. So she was quite at ease. After saying goodbye to Waldo, Fleur went to her club. Thierry had arrived early as the club did not seem to have any peacetely. The other person who came early was the club''s head of security Marc Clement. "Boss," Thierry began. "There were still troublemakersst night when you weren''t here, but we did not use any force. The Muller family''s Young Master was here and helped us out instead." Fleur hummed in acknowledgement. Trivial matters like these did not need to be taken seriously. "Additionally, half an hour ago a representative from the Lopez family called and said they wished to buy the club. I believe they''ll be sending someone over to discuss itter." "Marc." Fleur stretched her sore neck, dark hair swaying with the movement. Her beauty was radiant. "Lady Leroy." Marc bowed. It had been a long time since Fleur had been called Lady Leroy. She frowned, eyes turning cold. "Call me Boss, or Miss Leroy. You''re fired if you forget next time." "I''m sorry, boss." "Stop anyone from the Lopez family from entering the vicinity of my club." "Yes, miss!" Marc stood straight and tall, masculine strength apparent. It was obvious he was trained in the martial arts. ...... Fleur had two of her men with her as she idled through therge hall and each of the private rooms. It took her two hours before she entered her office. As soon as she entered she saw a ck cap. She instantly recognised it to be Simon Muller''s. Half an hourter, Marc reported the Lopez family had sent two vehicles over. Fleur waited until five in Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org. the afternoon. Then Philibert Lopez called her number. ...... In the open-air square beside The Stunning Club, Fleur was wearing a ck cap to reduce attention on her while Philibert stood before her with four bodyguards surrounding him. "Madam Leroy, it was quite a trip toe and meet you in person." Philibert smiled brightly, dangerously. He actually looked like a kind man at first nce, but that quickly disappeared the longer you looked at him. "Trip or not, isn''t Mr Lopez here now?" "Let''s find a ce to sit and talk. After all, it''s not polite to have you stand like this when I''m here to negotiate." "No need, this is fine with me. This simple corner will do with my answer to what you''re going to say." The two''s conversation easily reached a consensus on attitude. One intended to purchase, while the other did not intend to sell. Chapter 52: Simons Pinch Tightened Chapter 52: Simon''s Pinch Tightened "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 familye here, I still won''t sell it." Philibert''s wrinkled eyes seemed to be 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 weremon 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 verymon 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 theirps. 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 hourter, lights still filled the hall, bustling and extravagant. They began to sh, 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 ck tie, looking like elite and handsome "First you have the women, and now you have the mene 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?" Fleurughed, looking at the stage. Her security team filled out the stage, each one muscr 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." "..." Simon looked at the stage, then said lightly, "No wonder you''re so carefree. You have fifty men." Using force would be a piece of cake. From the looks of it, they were not your ordinary hunk either. Even from the distance, one could feel the sharpness and strength exuding from them. Their gaze was consciously alert and aware of the surroundings. They were not mere security guards, but highly- trained bodyguards. There was a big difference. "I want my girls to be free to be as they are. I will ensure they are as safe as possible once theye work for me." Simon did not say a word, only gazed at Fleur silently. The manager came on stage and introduced, "Our club''s security team will protect any woman''s safety in the club. As long as you are a woman, you are safe here." "To the men, no matter how powerful your background is, you are no different from any other guest here. If you think you can defeat any one of our security, you''re wee to try." Screams of women only increased. Such a strong attitude gave off the vibe of, "I will protect you no matter how chaotic it gets." That undoubtedly reached many people''s hearts. The manager hushed until the scene quieted down a little, before continuing, "Our beautiful girls are precious, even you havee here to watch them perform. As for our female clients here, you are angels here, all of you. It''s because of you that we are called Stunning." The women screamed again. "So when youe to our club, go crazy, go wild, but do not bully any women no matter what. Otherwise, we''ll have to do as the rules say, no matter who you are, even if you''re the Lopez family''s eldest son." He was beaten up too. ...... Fleur entered her exclusive elevator after the speech, followed by Simon. "Good marketing, certainly not yourmon strategy." Simon''s dark eyes fell on her face in the mirror. He said cautiously, "You seem to look down on men here." "It''s not that I''m looking down on you." Her voice was crisp. "It''s because you men like to get yourselves into trouble, to humiliate women. You men are usually powerful as none other, but then you have to doe and do things which tarnishes your own name. Who else is to me? I won''t allow any of those bastards to hurt my girls here in the club." Simon frowned. "You seem to hate men very much. Were you...hurt?" Fleur reacted as if she had been struck by lightning. Her face was suddenly in Simon''s, beautiful and attractive. Her fragrance wafted off in waves. Simon felt heat rise within him. "Look at my face clearly." Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org. Beautiful. She was really beautiful. "Do you think any man would hurt me with my looks?." Simon pinched her soft face. "Don''t be conceited. You''re not a dor bill. There''s men who don''t like women like you either." That was true. Olivier had also said so. "As long as my Olivier doesn''t hate it, it''s fine by me. Others don''t concern me." Simon pinched tightened, making her mouth pouted. Her red lips reflecting off the light gave off an extremely seductive image. Simon''s eyes darkened. "Let go." Why did her face always get pinched? Just as she finished speaking, the elevator doors opened, revealing a man standing right at her office door. His hands were in his pockets as if waiting for her. Tough luck, he was facing right at them, and just happened to see this ''curious'' scene. Chapter 53: This Man Can Really Restrain Himself, Huh? Chapter 53:This Man Can Really Restrain Himself, Huh? Tough luck, he was facing in their direction, witnessing the ''curious'' situation they were in. "..." Simon let go of her face and calmly strode towards Olivier. This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. "What a coincidence," Simon began. "I thought you didn''t like hanging around here?" Olivier''s eyes were unfathomable, seemingly angry yet seemingly not. He nced at Fleur behind Simon. "I remember that you hate it either," he said. "That''s why I said coincidence." "I want to talk to her. Care to leave, Young Master Muller?" "I want to talk to her too." Olivier silently gazed at Fleur, soundlessly saying: Come here. Fleur immediately went to him, hooking her arms around his waist and leaning into his chest. She eyed Simon and gave a sly wink. Simon had a bad feeling about this. "See, I told you I wasn''t lyingst time. He''s touched me again!" ... Olivier lowered his gaze, eyes deep and foreboding. "I swear I didn''t touch him!" Fleur tiptoed, nose almost brushing against Olivier''s chin. Her femininity seemed to readily respond to his masculinity. "Go in," Olivier said indifferently. He was unmoving, hands in his pocket until now. "I''ll wait for you inside then." "Mm." Fleur pouted. Olivier was still steely indifferent. She huffed in mild fuss and entered her office. Only the two men were left in the quiet hallway. Their masculine aura seemed to quickly fill up space as they stared at each other. Their silent confrontation grew intense in seconds. Neither spoke, only their eyes met, shing with indiscernible emotion. A minuteter, Simon said, "You''ve only known each other for five days, yet you''re already that...familiar with her?" "Simon." Olivier''s voice was tinged with the steel of a knife. "I told you to leave her alone." "Master Olivier." Though Simon smiled, his eyes were equally steely. "If you forget about Virginie and marry her, I would never try my luck again. I wouldn''t flirt with my friend''s wife." Only silence responded. It stretched long in the corridor. Though the lights lit the hallway up brightly, Olivier''s expression was shady, unfathomably dark. Simon smiled. Olivier would not abandon a woman he''d taken care of for so long in such short notice. ...... When Fleur came out of the bathroom, Olivier was already at the meeting desk. Only his lean, strong back was visible, clothed with his white shirt and outlining the fine lines of his body. In order for Olivier to not hear her, Fleur took off her heels and tiptoed along the office rug. She leapt forward just before touching his back. Pressed against his sturdy back, her hands went to his belt at his waist and unbuckled the strap. "Olivier..." Fleur murmured softly. Her wrist was gripped tightly the next moment, his dark eyes gazing into hers, sucking her in like some interster vortex. "Buckle it." Fleur only then realised their great height difference without her heels on. She barely reached his chin when tiptoed. She slipped a hand beneath his belt, touching the skin there. "Kiss me." She leaned in. "If you keep this up I''ll have you use your mouth." Olivier nced at her lips. "..." Fleur pouted, unwillingly buckling his belt back on. This man had some kind of fetish for sure, always thinking about her mouth, she thought. "Did you..e to pick me up from work?" "Take your hand away." Though Olivier''s voice was calm, one could still hear his restraint. "Can''t you hold me for a while?" Fleur said coquettishly. "Isn''t holding you to sleep enough? Sit down. I''m here to talk business." His serious tone made Fleur want to kiss him all the more, but it was much fiercer than before. This man can really restrain himself, huh? ...... Fleur sat at the desk, hands in front of her, eyes steadily forward. "What do you have in mind?" Olivier''s sweeping gaze fell on the ck cap for a moment, instantly recognising it to be Simon''s. He saw a strand of long wavy hair in there too, apparent that Fleur had worn it as well. "Master Olivier?" Fleur tried getting his attention. "What are you looking at? Let''s discuss this business you have and we can go home." She propped her chin up on the tips of her fingers, gazing at him lovingly. "Ever since being able to sleep in the same bed as you, I''ve been really expectant for our nights toe." Olivier ced his hands on the armrests. "If you keep on spewing this nonsense I''m sending you to my grandmother early." Nonsense? Fleur was trying to be romantic here. "Hand over all of the club''s files. I''ll review them while you''re still here, so I can inspect this new project ahead of time." "..." Fleur''s smile did not falter. "Are you sure you can endure for another two days?" "You''ve tried every trick you have and we''re still here. Do you think you''re the first to try me like this?" "..." Speechless, Fleur opened a cab and handed Olivier all the club''s official records. It took him minutes to skim through everything, truly showing just how experienced he was in this field. She was the only owner and manager behind The Stunning Club...It seemed whoever was backing her up was very secretive. "Tell your manager: if you don''t show up after two days, the club will be taken over by a new owner. Keep these first, I''ll have awyere and deal with them afterwards." He really was here for business. He was so determined to get her club, too. "If you don''t think you can win, then sell it instead. Name your price," he said out of the blue. Sell it? Would that not mean she had admitted defeat? "You and your words. You''ll cave in soon, Master Olivier. I''m a woman of my word, too. If I fail to seduce you, I''ll hand over the club by myself." "Deal." Fleur summoned Puvis, and let him now that Olivier would be the club''s new owner if she did note back in two days. Chapter 54: Olivier, Fleur Hit Me Today Chapter 54: Olivier, Fleur Hit Me Today 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 realiseter on that Olivier had no interest in The Stunning Club at all. ...... 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 ck 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 mmed 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?" This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. "...Then don''t lose your temper. Call Raoul for him toe here." A faint, almost imperceptible smile shed 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 inly, wearing ts, looking especially delicate and pale. ...Olivier was very likely feeling sorry for her. "Miss Lopez, please hurry up. It''s veryte." Virginie said nothing, perhaps unwilling to speak to her again. Fleur went into the car''s passenger seat. The Porsche''s headlights had already been turned off when Virginie got off the car, so the night had returned to its dusky air. Her gaze on Olivier gradually turned sorrowful. Her brows furrowed as she stared at him weakly, wanting to speak several times but not knowing what to say. That helpless feeling twisted inside her like snakes. As tough as she wanted to be, she felt it would notst long. Moreover, being the eldest daughter of the Lopez family made her guilt seem all the more despicable. It was silent between them. Olivier never moved, hands casually in his pockets as he stood and waited. After a few minutes, Virginie called, "Olivier." That word contained countless grievances. It had only been five days for her rtionship with him to be turned upside down. She...really should not have rejected his proposal. Olivier stayed silent, giving off a mature aura, only his shadow syed on the ground. Virginie slowly approached him but stopped half a meter away. With reddish eyes she gazed at him, as if about to cry yet not, a fragile sight that could easily incite pity. "I..." Virginie wanted to speak but the words got stuck in her throat. Her pride stopped her from speaking, yet she wanted to try. "Are you mad at me?" She said very softly. "That''s why you kept Fleur, a KTV owner, around you." Everyone would instantly see Fleur as a harlot once word got out who she was. No man would take responsibility for this kind of reputation. Olivier''s voice was so low Virginie could not hear anything at first. "Why would I be mad at you? I''ve told you, you''re not as smart as you think. Stop blindly guessing." "Olivier," Virginie called his name again. "Why don''t we go back to five days ago? Before you knew this woman, before being involved with her." "Why, don''t want to lose me?" Olivier pped back. Virginie felt as her heart tremble violently. She felt wronged and indescribably sad. She threw herself at him, hugging him. "I don''t want to lose you. I really don''t want to lose you, Olivier." Olivier had grabbed and pulled her away in less than five seconds. Virginie finally saw his eyes this close up. They were as dark as the night sky, with not a single bit of light. There was so much...distance in them. Her heart jumped. "I can''t have another woman when I already have one." Virginie was shocked stunned by those words, staring dazed at him. "Miss Lopez, truthfully you just don''t want to lose a man who is willing to do anything for you, pamper and eat out of your hands. I thought you had finally grown tired when you rejected my proposal, but now it seems you''re still being greedy." Virginie''s spine turned numb. Olivier had never spoke to her like this. He had always been gentle and patient. "I''m sorry." A gust of wind sent those words into his ears. Virginie''s frail body looked even more fragile and pitiful with it. Her voice was pleading. "Can you please forgive my insolence?" Olivier neither moved nor spoke, his eyes emotionlessly staring ahead. "Fleur hit me today at the hospital, plus with her scheming against me a few days ago...I really don''t like her...If... if you really want to find a girlfriend, can you at least choose someone else, Olivier? " Virginie wanted to see what Olivier would say to that. Five secondster, he asked, "Where did she hit you?" Chapter 55: Fleur, Be Good Chapter 55: Fleur, Be Good "My face." "So..." There was no emotion in Olivier''s voice. "What shameful thing did you do that made she hit you?" Virginie was so close to screaming at him, asking if he had truly fallen in love with Fleur and whether they were living together. She had almost asked out, but stopped at the second thought. After all, she was raised as a pampered heiress. She screwed up all her courageing here at the risk of being humiliated by Fleur, but he... Olivier humiliated her instead. In an instant, tears gathered in her eyes, reflecting the night. "Olivier." Virginie sounded like she was crying, but she wasn''t. Her vision was blurred with tears but she knew she couldn''t cry. Fleur was still watching them in the car. So she could never cry. "So I deserve to be hit." Virginie tried hard to hold back her tears. "Fine, Take care of her! I''ll stay away from now on!" Turning around, Virginie went into her car with a m of the door. Olivier heard the engine roar from where he stood as the car flew past him, only centimetres away from his feet. Fleur could not hear anything what was going on due to the car''s soundproof system. But given Virginie''s big reaction, she could guess what had happened. Fleur smiled mockingly. Virginie really was something, getting upset that easily with Olivier. This was the second time she had lost her temper with him. Even Fleur did not dare to take that risk. ...... The weather was getting colder. The roadside scenery grew gloomy and blue. The silence in the car Exclusive ? material by N?(/v)elDrama.Org. made outside seem lonelier than ever. Half an hourter, the Maybach stopped in the Night Vi''s garage. It was very dark. Fleur had no idea where the light switch was. She noticed Olivier had yet to exit the car some time. She slowly retreated her steps while feeling for the car. Just when her hand touched the driver''s side of the door, it opened quickly, hitting her head. Stars shed in her vision. Olivier hurriedly grabbed her and steadied her against the door. "Are you dumb?" "...Insult me again." Fleur grumbled, reaching out to hold onto his shirt, but her hand was instantly flung off. Olivier immediately turned to leave but Fleur caught up with him swiftly. "Do you have no garage lights?" "Stand properly!" Olivier bellowed. Fleur stood up straight and said, "I''m not letting you make a fool of me by stumbling my way into the house in the dark. You''re leading me back in." Olivier lowered his gaze. Only his pupils shone cold and deep. There was an undecipherable,plicated emotion in there that even Fleur did not understand. It was only muchter that Olivier told her it was resignation. He did not know what to do with her. She was bold, very good at pestering, triggering others, and always spouting all that lovey-dovey nonsense. Whether or not he was in the mood for it, she insisted to be heard. Women were naturally weaker than men. No righteous man would impose on a woman. ...... She held onto his arm all the way to the living room. With the lights still off, Olivier shrugged her away and went upstairs to the study. Dark nights like these were easy for restrained emotions to be vented out. He lit a cigarette, tasting smoke in his mouth. His face grew colder by the second in this dark space. An hourter he exited the study and went to his room. Fleur was packing her clothes while wearing her seductive sleepwear. She tucked all her clothes into Olivier''s wardrobe while her fat cat sat on the quilt, watching her walk to and fro. The muscles in Olivier''s neck throbbed violently. He walked over and grabbed Fleur''s shoulder. "Are you nning to turn my bedroom into yours?" "I''m not. Everything in here is yours, including me." "...Fleur Leroy." Olivier''s jaw clenched as he closed his eyes. When he opened them they seemed red with anger. He gripped her hand and clenched tight. ... Her hand was still bandaged. The grip hurt. Fleur''s breathing turned erratic. "Does that hurt?" "Mm." Even her forehead was still red from earlier. "I''m going to take a shower. When I get out, make sure the cat has left and so have Virginie from my wardrobe. Otherwise this pain won''t be the only one you suffer from." "No." "What did you say?" Olivier''s sounded a little surprised. "I slept well while you held mest night, but then I almost froze to death in the middle of the night when you just left my by the side of the bed. I know you did it on purpose. If you don''t want me to get close to you, I might as well hold Lulu to sleep. At least it''s warm. If you want it to leave the room, you have to hold me to sleep." Her eyes rippled. "How can I willingly give you the club if you''re so unwilling to let me try? We agreed for me to try and seduce you but you won''t even let me touch you, I..." "Shut up." Olivier''s face was twisted up. "It''s only been five days, how are you getting more and more relentless? Is it because I tolerate you?" "It''s because you''re a good man." Olivier raised his eyebrows as he gazed at Fleur. Her forehead was still red because of the car door. Her unbandaged hand turning a warm red after the shower had a stark contrast with her pale, delicate skin. There was not an ounce of pretentiousness on her, just beautiful and graceful. "I know you can''t bear to be fierce to me, that you''ve been tolerating my small tempers." Fleur smiled. Her cheeks were blushing red as if she just came out of the shower. With such a smile it was as if a flower had suddenly bloomed in Olivier''s heart, brushing bold colourful strokes. "It''s only because of you that I can be so bold, so I''ll tolerate your...bad temper." "..." Olivier stared at her unblinkingly for a long time. Under the room lights, his eyes were warm and mellow as amber. "You''ll tolerate me?" "Mhm." "What kind of bad temper do I have?" "Mercurial. Cold. Always wanting to push me away." "What were you going to do if you couldn''t tolerate me?" Perhaps it was because of this sense of newness in his life, or he should say, these past five days had been brought exciting newness for him every single day, that Olivier realised the anger brought on by his quick temper was gone. He gazed at Fleur, a woman whom even he could not figure out. "Nothing. I can only keep my anger to myself. I won''t die from it anyways." Her eyes were full of Olivier''s lips moved slightly as if wanting to say something, but in the end he gently stroked the back of her head. "Get the cat and Virginie out of her, otherwise I''ll get mad at you." ...it seemed as if he was coaxing a child. "Be good." Just those two words had such gentleness and doting. It softened up the atmosphere instantly. Chapter 56: I was Samuels Lover Chapter 56:I was Samuel''s Lover When Olivier exited the shower, the cat and Fleur''s clothes were nowhere to be found. Fleur sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow with a book in her hands. There was first aid kit in front of her. It was obvious she was waiting for him to help her with her hand. Olivier went closer and saw the book was written in Russian. Did she understand? Olivier sat opposite her, looking at how serious she looked. Her dark hair was still wrapped in a towel, showing her delicate neck which entuated her beauty even more. "What does the book say?" Olivier asked. Without looking up, Fleur flipped a page. "No idea." She took her phone and took a picture of the page before scanning it with a tranting software. English text appeared quickly on her screen. ... "Don''t act cultured if you don''t understand." Fleur raised her head and nced at him, a cunning look shing in her eyes. "It has some exciting content. "So you read porn." Olivier''s eyes lit up. "This is one of the famous works of Russian writer Sherman, ''Killer''. The copy in your hands is the very first edition he ever published before his death, which is no longer for sale. The "The trantion was exquisite to the point where it felt ike you''re experiencing the story, especially the s*x scenes, clearly painting the exchange between man and woman, their tides of passion and mellowness, including the quaint touch of feminine shyness." Fleur listened quietly. "This trantor quickly became famous in Y City." Olivier''s eyes grew slightly sharp as he gazed at her intently. "And his name was Samuel Muller." Olivier''s voice was deep and maic. His face was bright and clean from just after the shower, muscles apparent from his open bathrobe. Yet surprisingly, Fleur did not move to touch him. She would never had let go of this opportunity before. "The s*x scenes are mainly in thetter half of the story. In the beginning, it mainly talks about a killer who gets close to the male lead and all their interactions. The first s*x scene starts on the 236th page, but you''re only on the 10th page," Olivier said slowly. Fleur''s back grew numb, though her face remained gentle and steady. "When I asked you what the book was talking about, you said you didn''t know which meant you haven''t read it before. If you were tranting it with your phone, that rules out the possibility of you randomly finding the page and understanding it. So how do you know this book has a s*x scene?" ... It was extremely quiet. She felt as if she could hear her erratic heartbeats. Half a minuteter, Olivier held her hand. White and red stood in clear contrast with one another. He gazed up at Fleur and said, "The other possibility is that you listened to the trantor talk about it in person." Olivier took a cotton swab and applied some steriliser to her skin. "Do you want to hear the truth?" Fleur asked. "Tell me." Olivier held her wrist and continued cleaning the scald injury on the back of her hand. "I don''t know what the story is about, but I''ve read scenes like it countless times." Olivier silently stared at her. "There are so many versions of it online. I remembered it as soon as I saw the name of the protagonist." Fleur hooked his chin with a cold finger. He raised her head. Cold eyes and stiff expression. Olivier squeezed her hand briefly. Fleur flinched from the pain. "Behave yourself." Fleur looked at him faintly, grumbling, "I can''t even touch your chin? I thought you were a virgin, all clean and pure. How would you know where the s*x scene starts on the 236th page? How many times have you read it?" This content is ? N?velDrama.Org. She nced at his right hand. "It doesn''t look like there''s any callouses either." "Fleur Leroy." Fleur had a feeling whenever Olivier called her full name he was going to give her a scolding. "I remember the storyline and the scenes in my head, clear as day, not just the s*x scenes." Oh. Olivier lowered her head and looked at her hand. Her hand was not small, after all, she was 1.7 meters tall. But her hand did appear delicate in Olivier''s grasp. Besides her injury, the rest of her skin was white as snow. He turned her wrist and kept a thumb on her pulse, continuing, "Back then, Samuel had a lover whom he held dear and always hid from public eye. Not even we have seen her. We only heard from Samuel that she was very beautiful." Then he looked up at her face. "Even more so than Odette." Fleur said nothing, quietly waiting for him to continue. Her eyes were very gentle. "Samuel insisted on marrying her. The Muller family would never let some woman they had never seen marry into their family, but Samuel was very loyal to this lover, so he fell out with his family because of her and never reconciled, no matter how much it hurt him to never see his parents." He paused for a while and said, "His fianc¨¦e too." A scattered look appeared in Fleur''s eyes but quickly faded. "This fianc¨¦e was Virginie Lopez." Her pulse rapidly skipped a few, then slowed down. Her heart had jumped. She had slipped up. Both of them instantly knew. It was quiet in the bedroom for a long time. Whether this silence was some kind of probing, or waiting, waiting for her to confess. Half a minuteter, Fleur said, "Yes, I was Samuel''s lover." "I''m didn''t want to talk about our rtionship since he''d died." Fleur''s eyes stared over Olivier''s head. She raised a hand and touched his hair. "Even if you don''t want to know my motives, I''ll have to tell you now." When Olivier lifted his head, she put her hand away. He was not surprised she was Samuel''s lover. He had thought about the possibility before. Though wounded, Fleur depicted grace with the way she syed her hand on her thigh. Her voice was low. "If it weren''t for Virginie, Samuel and I would be married by now. Although I''ve never been to Y City, Virginie never stopped harassing Samuel when we were together. It was non-stop throughout the days and nights." "After Samuel died, I left. When I came to Y City, the rumors between you and Virginie were strong." Her eyes were cold. "So I had to find a way to get close to you. I won''t let you be with her." Olivier''s eyes suddenly became much colder with something far worse than anger. "So you''re willing to use your body as bait?" "It''s just a body. I hate Virginie more than anything else. Plus, this is you we''re talking about. I would give up more than just my body." "I feel so honoured." Olivier said with gritted teeth before setting her hand down and heading for the balcony. The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!