Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Chapter 8: Intentions Clear as Day

Two hours later, Camille led Fleur to her guestroom-turned bedroom. The smell of floor-cleaner was still

fresh and crisp in the air.

"Do let me know if you need anything else."

"I will. That's all for now, thank you." Fleur then continued, "Place the bangle here. I'll transfer the

money to you later."

"Thank you, Miss." Camille bowed then left the room.

After she left, Fleur carefully studied the bracelet. It was entirely inlaid with minuscule diamonds that

glimmered and flashed in the light. Fleur thought it seemed to be one of last year's limited edition

pieces from some famous jewellery brand. If she recalled correctly, there were only 100 of this all

across the world.

Its price was 250 thousand dollars at the time, a true moniker of elite luxury. But with this crack, its

value would have, unfortunately, dropped to less than 100 thousand dollars.

Fleur took a picture of the bangle.

......

Moor Mansion, Y City's tallest skyscraper, was a city landmark with 88 floors. It was one of the few

eight-star hotels out there, and had even open up international franchises.

Olivier Martinez exited the offices with his assistant Yves Blanc behind him. They reached the ground

floor lobby, polished floors reflecting his tall stature.

Dressed in a suit and tie, exuding pure upper-class energy, Olivier was a beacon in the lobby. A waiter

who caught his eye trembled and quickly looked away.

Olivier's phone beeped

He did not recognise the number that came with the text message. A picture of a bangle studded with

diamonds was attached with the caption: "Do you think it looks good?"

What was interesting about this message was not that he was asked if this bangle looked good, but

rather...

Olivier's eyes grew cold. He tucked away his mobile phone and ordered Yves, "Call Raoul. Tell him to

transfer two million to Miss Leroy's account immediately."

"Yes, sir."

The only expression on Olivier's face was a rigid iciness set into his jaw. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"She sure asks for money in a roundabout way," He thought.

Twenty minutes later, two million dollars was gone from his bank account. Thirty minutes after that,

Raoul reported that Miss Leroy had spent 300 thousand dollars within five minutes of the money

transferred to her account.

......

Fleur has spent the entire day in the Night Villa, with Camille happily attending to her beck and call

after the amount she had just been paid for the bangle.

Camille got off of work at seven in the evening, leaving Fleur alone in the house. A car returned three

hours later.

Fleur's shut eyes reacted to the sound of the engine.

Olivier did not switch the lights on as he entered. He quietly went upstairs to his bedroom and headed

for the shower.

He only came out half an hour later, ignoring the knocking on his door. He lit a cigarette on the balcony

as he had done for many years, exhaling puffs of smoke.

The persistent knocking on his door began to annoy him. The man extinguished his cigarette and went

to open the door.

Before he could though, it opened up from the other side, revealing Fleur who was leaning against the

doorway.

"Hello. Can I come in?"

For many years later, Olivier would recall that his love and dedication to this woman began from this

very moment.

She was in a black sling tank top, hair loose around her shoulders. Her smile reached all the way to her

eyes, giving her a charming, radiant look.

Her beauty was as stunning as ever.

The rose on her arm seemed to exude an enticing poppy-like fragrance.

Olivier stared at her. "You might as well have come here naked."

Her intentions were clear as day.

"Nonsense, I'm just cold. The guestroom bed is stiff and hurts my back." Her eyes twinkled. "Your bed

should be soft and warm."

"You want to sleep in my bed?"

"Mhm."

"And then sleep with me?"

"..." The glimmer in Fleur's eyes brightened. She smiled and asked, "Is that okay with you?"