Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

Chapter 17: He Might Have Married Miss Lopez

Camille greeted Fleur when she got back. She was particularly hospitable towards the young woman,

given the latter had given her five times the price of the bangle on market prior.

"Is there anything you'd like to eat for lunch, miss? I bought many local delicacies."

Fleur bloomed a faint smile. "Anything is fine."

"I'll whip something up then."

"Okay." Fleur nodded and made to go to her room. Her waist ached all the while. When she reached

the stairs, Lulu saw her, ran down, and crouched in preparation to jump.

Lulu's fat weight landed into Fleur's arms, jolting her waist.

Fleur winced in pain but said nothing.

"Miss Leroy, this is Samuel from the Muller family, the one you asked me to look for." Just then, Camille

came by, handing her a photograph.

Fleur took it.

The man in the photo stood beneath a tree, a youthful, charming smile on his face. He carried a

warmth about him, like a reliable cypress.

Fleur's fingers clutching the photo turned white.

"Master Samuel really was a wonderful man. He was our Master's friend as well as Miss Lopez's.

When Miss Lopez heard he was the number one bachelor every girl in Y City wished to marry, she was

determined to marry him. Alas, he passed away a year and a half ago. People said it was suicide."

Camille sighed. "Even I don't understand why a good man like him would do that."

"There were others who said he was killed, though no killer was ever found. It really is a pity, if he was

still alive he might have married Miss Lopez, and our Master would not have to suffer so..."

"Meow! Meow!" Lulu yowled loudly, trying to claw away.

Camille looked and saw Fleur had dug her hands deep into the cat's fur, gripping its neck hard.

Camille then saw how frozen Miss Leroy's face was, as if too shocked to speak or react. Before

Camille could really try and read her expression, Fleur released her grip on the cat and held it gently to

her chest, not letting go no matter how much it struggled.

"It sounds like you know a lot about this, Camille." Fleur's voice carried a trembling iciness.

Camille got frightened. "I...Did I say something wrong? I-I'm really sorry!"

There was a sharp, fierce blackness in Fleur's eyes, though suppressed. It reminded Camille of an

angry typhoon. She said, "Never talk about Samuel Muller in this house ever again."

"...Yes, miss." Camille trembled, agreeing without hesitation.

After returning to her room, Fleur set Lulu and the photo down.

Her clothes and hands were covered in cat fur, but she did not bother to clean those off. She merely

stared at the photo, trembling fingers slowly closing into a fist.

Lulu meowed at her, as if complaining about how rough she was treated earlier. Fleur went and sat

down at her bed, staring at the photo once more. She reached out as if to pick it up, but quickly

retracted her fingers at first contact, as if the man's beaming smile cut her.

Lulu looked at her master, not understanding at all why Fleur's face became so pale all of a sudden.

......

Night-time.

The Stunning Club was still filled to the brim with patrons, lights flashing wildly.

Fleur wandered back and forth in the club. Her waist was finally feeling better after resting. The sound

of her heels clicking on the floor still drew an inviting attention onto her.

Standing on the third floor, Fleur watched the women on stage dancing, bringing the club's atmosphere Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

to a peak.

This was such a stagnant night.

She shook her head and prepared to leave. Just then, her eyes spot a man dressed entirely in black

about 200 meters away.

The overhead lights lit his entire face up in full view.

Fleur felt chills shoot down her spine.