It was one o'clock in the morning.

The click-clack of Fleur Leroy's high-heeled shoes awoke the owner of the Night Villa. 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 assailant's wrist, squeezing tightly. "Trying to lose your hand, Odette?"

The lights switched on, revealing a snorting Odette Durand. She said, "You come 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 flashed as she said, "I want a man."

Odette looked at her in surprise. "Who?"

"Olivier Martinez."

deep breath.

elite society: dignitaries, politicians, tycoons. Olivier is your personal honorary customer, so you're my

sneered, "Do you want his love or

in thought for a while before replying, "Odette, if you do this for me, I‘ll

gentle tone carried

had an unrivalled The Stunning Club, as well as a fiery yet enchanting personality that always made her tough to

do something

you want to meet

"Who doesn't want to meet those big shots from society's upper crust? Unlike you,

if Fleur did not want to elaborate,

of my favour to you. Olivier does not hold his drink too well, use that

between you and me." Fleur then turned to

are something," Odette said. "But you must understand the consequences of this. Olivier

her tracks. "You just need to send him over.

a woman herself, she could not help

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