Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

"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 courage coming 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 slam 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 made outside seem lonelier than ever.

Half an hour later, the Maybach stopped in the Night Villa'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.

in her vision. Olivier hurriedly grabbed her

his shirt, but her hand was instantly flung off. Olivier immediately turned to leave but Fleur caught up

have no garage

"Stand properly!" Olivier bellowed.

you make a fool of me by stumbling my way

Olivier lowered his gaze.

that even Fleur did not understand. It was only much later that Olivier told her it was

her. She was bold, very good at pestering, triggering others, and always spouting all that lovey-dovey nonsense. Whether or not

men. No righteous man would

......

room. With the

easy for restrained emotions to be vented out. He lit a cigarette,

the study

her clothes into Olivier's wardrobe while her fat cat sat on the quilt, watching

neck throbbed violently. He walked over and grabbed Fleur's shoulder. "Are

here

"...Fleur Leroy."

opened them they seemed red

...

hand was still bandaged.

Fleur's breathing turned erratic.

"Does that hurt?"

"Mm."

forehead was still red from

and so have Virginie from my wardrobe. Otherwise this pain won't be the only one

"No."

did you say?" Olivier's

the bed. I know you did it on

you the club if you're so unwilling to let me try? We agreed for me to try and