Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Only Fleur and Olivier remained in the room. On the big screen, paused song lyrics remained.

Fleur back onto the sofa as if exhausted from speaking. She looked at Olivier, who just happened to look at her.

Their eyes met.

He was a cold and proud man. Undeniably attractive.

"You know Simon Muller?"

"His name is Simon?"

Olivier did not say anything. He thought she did not know Simon based on what she said. He would later find out Fleur did, only that her acting was too good for him to realise. Simon seemed to know her, based on their interactions. When Simon looked at Fleur, he looked at her like looking at a prospective partner.

Olivier leaned back and narrowed his eyes.

Fleur buried herself in his chest, her sweet scent washing over him from the top of her head. Olivier furrowed his eyebrows. He was about to pull her off when she nuzzled against his chest like a cat all the way from his chest to his shoulder. Fleur stared at him coyly.

She inhaled his strong vibrant scent, "My waist

flirtations. "You're no ordinary woman, huh?" There was an attractive lilt in his

as if she

a quick, snapping

compare with yourself?" She

her lips.

get you to reveal yourself. Now you show up, willing to give away millions of dollars. Are

flaws on one's face, only leaving her shinning

accentuated by Olivier, it added several notes of playful shyness to her

and released them, lips red from the gesture. Olivier felt a wave of heat rush into

instantly loosened

Fleur nuzzled against him. "Why else would

"You saw me?"

"I didn't."

you know

Simon Muller outside. Earlier today, Camille showed me a photo of the Muller family's eldest son and said that he was Miss Lopez's sweetheart, but died a year and a half ago, by unnatural means. I'm wondering if they are