Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Chapter 36: Scheming While Playing Coy

If Fleur revealed herself, it would break out in the news, and Grandma would definitely see it.

Olivier was already three steps in front of her.

"What if I insist on going down?"

"Miss Leroy, if you insist to, Mr. Martinez said to arrange for a divorce first." Raoul smiled awkwardly.

"It's best to not go downstairs, otherwise the divorce certificate and a flight ticket leaving the city will be

given to you as well."

That was to say if Grandma knew she worked in clubs, she would have to divorce Oliver and leaving Y

City at the same time. Undoubtedly, it would be difficult to ever enter in the city again.

Fleur squeezed her hands together, a sharp plan forming in mind.

A minute later, she released her grip and phoned the manager of her club, Puvis Lee.

"Miss Leroy." The manager came up shortly.

Fleur sent him two photos, then said to Raoul, "How could I not listen to Mr. Martinez?"

The situation now relied on Olivier, whether it was a losing game or a winning one.

"Take these two photos and tell them that the owner of The Stunning Club... is Olivier's woman." The

pause she gave was deep.

Raoul was shocked. "Miss Leroy."

"Mr. Lee, keep on using force against those who continue making trouble. If they're not convinced,

send them to Olivier."

"Yes, miss." Puvis left.

"Miss Leroy, Mr. Martinez will be affected negatively by this..."

"Tell Olivier that I don't have any big leagues backing me up. If there is it will only be him." Fleur strode Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

to the pass-coded elevator. Less than four people knew it, including her.

Raoul followed along. He was anxious, having not expect Fleur to do such a thing to Mr. Martinez.

Mr. Martinez never suffered from any negative media. He lived a decent life and had always been

admired and praised by the public for it.

......

Raoul could not change Fleur's mind, so he could only report it to Olivier.

When they arrived at the parking lot, he planned to call Mr. Martinez to see if he could stop the situation

from escalating.

Just in front of them, four uniformed personnel came over. "Hello, are you Miss Leroy? Owner of the

club?"

There were other people in the parking lot too. One could easily tell who they were here for - Fleur. But

no one knew she was the club's owner in that moment. The police themselves knew very well the

Lopez family was behind all this.

"That's me."

"Please come with us. You're suspected as the mastermind behind an intentional crime."

Raoul instinctively went forth to stop her, but--

"Alright, I'll go with you," Fleur spoke without hesitation.

......

Meows sounded from within the Oriental Estate.

...

This cat had been meowing for who knows how many times in the past ten minutes. It was as annoying

as its master.

Olivier casually sat on the sofa in reserved, plain clothes.

A computer and a glass of water sat in front of him.

Raoul called.

Olivier grunted in greeting.

"Mr. Martinez, Miss Leroy has been retrieved by the police."

Olivier massaged his temple but said nothing.

"Also, Miss Leroy obeyed your orders to not reveal herself, but she's revealed you instead."

Olivier raised his head at the sound of licking and saw the cat dipping its paw into his glass of water,

then licking it.

Chills shot up his spine.

At the same time, a news article popped up at the corner of his screen, 'Young Master of the Martinez

family' vaguely written on it. Olivier clicked it.

Then he moved the cat to the side.

"I don't know how Miss Leroy convinced everyone you're the one secretly protecting the club, but..."

Olivier hung up the call and read the news article.

Breaking news! An intimate relationship between the Stunning's owner and the Young Master of the

Martinez family!

Two photos sat beneath the title. The first one was of Fleur's office, with a side profile of Olivier's face.

He was 'examining' the monitor while the footage on it depicted the Lopez family's Young Master

slapping a waitress.

Both of them were in the first image.

The second picture was of Olivier cooking in the kitchen with a perfect shot of his side profile facing the

window. Outside the window was Y City's famous Moss Hotel.

It just so happened that both the club and hotel stood opposite one another across the river. This photo

was undoubtedly telling everyone Olivier was making dinner at Stunning.

Two simple photos depicted a clear message. Though the contents were different, both said the same

story: Olivier and club's owner was in a close relationship.

Master Olivier coming to the club to check footage of Master Lopez hitting staff, Master Olivier

seemingly lovingly making a meal for the owner. It was a clear story that they were more than just

friends.

This was exciting, thrilling news!

Olivier did not continue reading, just looked at the pictures. The angles were perfect. It was evident this

was all planned.

Olivier suddenly laughed.

It even reached his eyes, a bright, somewhat shocking smile.

Fleur Leroy was indeed an extraordinary woman.

Scheming while playing coy.

Olivier had never been challenged like this in his 28 years of life, never had his...desire to face

challenge, been so riled up.

In just the two photos, both the Martinez family and the Lopez family had been exposed to the public.

Only Fleur's identity remained hidden under the name of Stunning's owner.

There was a softness beneath his palm. Olivier turned and saw the cat had crept underneath, as if

begging to be pet.

Olivier did not react.

The cat then crawled into his lap, stood up on its hind legs while supporting its self against his chest,

and stared at him.

"...Get down," Olivier said lowly, as if speaking to a human.

"Meow." The cat actually listened to him, but stayed nestled in his lap as if it were a natural thing to do.

It was as shameless as its master.

Olivier clasped its scruff, ready to put it on the ground when it suddenly nuzzled against his hand.

Curiously, the man did not get it off him, only let it stay cozied up in his lap.

Someone had said a long time ago, that the best way for a woman to control a man was to play coy

and show weakness.

This cat was definitely proficient in the first of the two.

......

Olivier maintained the same posture for a long time while the cat soundly in his lap. Its warmth spread

through his legs.

The news on the internet had disappeared from the tabloids within five minutes of it surfacing. Of

course, there would still be scattered photos and speculations.

An hour later, Raoul called again. "Miss Lopez has gone to the police station."

She would inevitably do so after all.

Olivier grunted.

"Mr. Martinez... "

Olivier gave an order and hung up swiftly.

While tossing his phone away, the cat stretched out its white furry body, looking cute and innocent.

This would probably be the second...female creature Olivier had held to sleep.