Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Virginie felt numb. Olivier had said similar 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 wore last 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.

not show up right now, for

through the hotel. She went into the hotel gardens from the lobby.

beyond the gardens was a road paved in yellow. Fleur went in

many layering on the ground as well. It carpeted the road in

were visitors taking pictures, hugging,

unmoving. It did not look like she belonged here, with all the people

knows how long, until

was an old woman and her husband. Fleur helped them take several

Miss. You're

elegant." The old woman carried an elegance that seemed

a way with words. Would you like to have a picture taken?

I don't

more until her son came over. He was dressed casually with a head of ruffled hair, looking quite

moment before he said

and held her son's arm. "Miss, this is my son, Simon

politely and

an almost imperceptible warmth from the surrounding

only looked at him

they both looked together. The young

her eyes she asked Fleur while taking her hand, "Miss, you don't have a boyfriend,

Huh?

habits to name, and he

looked at Simon, who seemed to

your son. He seems to be quite an outstanding

I think he might not be a match for

had not found someone at this age. "Don't worry, you'll be

enthusiastically. She let Simon take his phone out

unlocked his phone and gave it to Fleur, "Add your number and

this exchange. Their son had never been so cooperative

This time looked promising!

Simon got it back he saw a few words written on it:

a brow with