In the twilit darkness of the room, Fleur's beauty shone like an enticing floral bloom. But Olivier remained unreadable.
His languid posture portrayed a dull unaffectedness in the dark, immune to any probing eye.
He spoke up after a while.
"Well then. I suppose if you've prepped yourself all this way, even going so far with your pillow, you would be prepared to be humiliated as well."
Fleur said nothing.
"As you wish then," Olivier grunted. "Get out."
......
Back in her room, Fleur did not find herself feeling humiliated at all. Everything was coming along just as she predicted, including how quickly Olivier had sent two million dollars her way immediately after sending him that picture.
"Meow," Lulu called, appearing from some hidden corner. It nestled in Fleur's lap.
Fleur turne
