Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty
Chapter 27: You're Still Calling the Shots for Her?
Simon went downstairs, only making the call after entering his car. It took Olivier ten seconds to pick up.
The afternoon sun glared brightly, reflecting blinding light from the windshield. Simon put on his sunglasses and lit a cigarette. "What's up?"
"You're with Fleur?"
"Ha." Simon released a breath. "She only made some noise and you're already sure it's her. Have you become that close with her?"
Olivier rose from his office chair walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. A shining river ran outside the building. On the other side of it was The Stunning Club itself. "Why are you looking for her? I told you you can't have the wine."
"What's this? You're still calling the shots for her?"
"Yes." Olivier's dark eyes reflected off the glass.
Simon took a long drag. He was in no hurry to start the car, getting himself into a comfortable position. He opened the window to flick cigarette ash outside, and continued, "This woman is deeply connected to Samuel's death."
Olivier did not give a response. His eyes, black as obsidian, carried a sharp coldness. "Don't touch her."
"Looks like you already know that I'm going to investigate her background. I'll definitely investigate, Olivier. My brother would never have committed suicide."
know. I meant to leave it up to me
A cold smile rose along with a sliver of smoke. "I've heard some things in the short time I've been back in the country. Your grandmother's situation for one,
looked at the rushing river, rays of sun catching on his eyes
to worry about,
silent for a moment before continuing, "How long have
"Two days."
to give up Virginie, the woman you've known for ten years, just to go to
......
still looking outside. The sun's bright golden light had a shading effect as dark night did in making sure
rang again, this time with a
just now. He even
Olivier did not reply.
dinner? Make sure I'm okay? How about
lips stretching into a sharp line. He tossed his phone away
......
on read seconds after it was sent. Laying on the sofa, her willowy brows raised. Olivier read her text