Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

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.

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"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

immediately come to her aid after a phone call.

Virginie briefly glanced at Fleur, then gently ducked her head in Olivier's chest before murmuring,

"Okay."

That duck of her head was either a drunk accident 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 planned 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.

"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?"