Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

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 glance.

After the two left, Virginie walked to the windowsill and hit the glass, 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 have landed 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't completely 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 issue laid 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 NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

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 planning 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, claiming 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 blame me." The dark road before Olivier reflected ink black in his eyes. "I'm curious to see

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 place 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 glasses of water on the table then came to sit beside Olivier. She took out a remote

controller.

A dozen large 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 relax 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?"