Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

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.

No man would refuse a beautiful weeping woman who willingly fell into their arms.

"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.

briefly glanced at Fleur, then gently ducked her head in Olivier's

duck of her head was either a drunk accident or intended to appease Olivier. It was hard to

......

brought Virginie back to the vehicle.

after all, watching your beloved being

he came over. Upon seeing Fleur, he

out of the building," Olivier ordered

well," The manager nodded respectfully, then ordered several

three people in just a few minutes: Odette, Fleur,

grew tenser as time

She snaked over to Olivier and put a hand

another one there, don't you? Besides, she's much more

sentence ended with a surprised exhale. Olivier had a tight grip on her wrist now, moving it away from his chest.

here you are nosing in

crushed around