Olivier stayed on the balcony a little longer before going back into the office. Fleur had changed into a loose sleeping gown that was not black for once. She was leaning against the sofa, arms crossed.
Her exposed thighs looked not too bad, but the skin below her knees were painful to look at.
Her eyes were closed, expression restrained, as if enduring immense pain. Olivier stared at her side profile, deep in thought.
It would make sense for Fleur to be so outrageous if she had some connection with Ramon, since Ramon being in the position he was in. Still, it would be Olivier's first time meeting a rich heiress who had this much restraint.
She did not yell or cry this afternoon, being dangled off the 38th floor of a building. She was not complaining right now either, being so injured
