Fleur casually held onto her windbreaker, the hem of her black skirt swaying as she walked into the lobby. She walked as if she was a royal, regal and mesmerising. Countless eyes landed on her, marveling at her striking beauty.
One of those eyes included Olivier's, or you could say he had already noticed her the moment she entered.
The way his hand held the china teacup made him look like a haughty tycoon.
"Olivier?"
He silently looked at Virginie.
"What...What's on your mind? I called you twice but you didn't answer me at all." Virginie curiously turned around, wondering what Olivier was looking at. Her expression changed the moment she saw who it was.
Fleur Leroy was here.
Olivier was...looking at her?
Fleur dragged a chair over and sat it close to Olivier. She took off her windb
