Billionaire and His Scheming Beauty

"Miss Leroy," Philibert said calmly. "You really are fearless..." His tone suggested some innuendo, as well as warning.

"I hope you can seriously consider my offer. I won't change the club's name. If you sell it to me, you'll have at least ten years without having to work, possibly even the rest of your life. Who would reject such a financial bargain?"

"You're right. But because this bargain doesn't matter to me, I won't part with my club. It is still not for sale, if I put it directly." Fleur tucked her hands in her pockets. She did not back down at all, young as she was, to Philibert who was a veteran in the business world.

In fact, she seemed generous, calm, and easy-going.

"Even if you have the entire Lopez family come here, I still won't sell it."

Philibert's wrinkled eyes seemed to become much sharper than before. This woman was still young, her words were...not in her favour sometimes.

Ten minutes after Philibert's departure, Virginie received a message notifying her of the rejection.

To be honest, rejections were common in the business world. One might fail the first time, the second time, a third time...but this was Virginie facing off Fleur.

There would be no second time.

Virginie would never seek Fleur out on her own, but she would find a way to get The Stunning Club.

So she discussed with her brother while in the hospital, devising a solution together.

In the past, Olivier had taken care of everything for her. Now they were on their own.

Ten o'clock at night was The Stunning Club's peak time.

The dancers on stage moved their enchanting twists to bring the club atmosphere to a peak.

The second peak wave was midnight. There was lesser people around this time, but it was still riotous.

Fleur stayed in a corner on the third floor, gazing at the scene downstairs. She smiled. Her girls were the best. It was inevitably so that some men wanted them for their own desires, for her girls to have a drink with them.

This kind of thing was very common in the club. Fleur was used to it. Marc led security guards out to deal with the ruckus. None of the club's girls would drink with any men or sit in their laps. They were here just to dance.

But if any of the girls liked anyone, they could do as they please. Fleur could not control that aspect of them.

It took one up to ten security guards to bring the troublemakers away.

Fleur called her manager and gave an order.

Half an hour later, lights still filled the hall, bustling and extravagant. They began to flash, signaling the start of a stage performance.

The security team came out, dressed in sleek suits and white shirts. Even the shortest guard was over 1.78 metres tall. Masculine hormones filled the stage. Some women began screaming excitedly.

"Hey." A tap on her shoulder. Fleur turned back and saw Simon Muller in her face. He was wearing a white shirt and a black tie, looking like elite and handsome "First you have the women, and now you have the men come out? What are you up to?"

"What? Can't us women get a feast for the eyes too after you men?"

"Did you hire models for your nightclub?"

Fleur laughed, looking at the stage. Her security team filled out the stage, each one muscular and strong, underlying muscles seemingly ready to spill out of their shirts. Besides women screaming, the area became filled with testosterone.

"This is my security team."

." Simon looked at the stage, then said lightly, "No wonder you're so carefree. You have fifty men." Using force would be a piece of cake.

From the looks of it, they were not your ordinary hunk either.

Even from the distance, one could feel the sharpness and strength exuding from them. Their gaze was consciously alert and aware of the surroundings. They were not mere security guards, but highly-trained bodyguards.

There was a big difference.

"I want my girls to be free to be as they are. I will ensure they are as safe as possible once they come work for me."

Simon did not say a word, only gazed at Fleur silently.

The manager came on stage and introduced, "Our club's security team will protect any woman's safety in the club. As long as you are a woman, you are safe here."

"To the men, no matter how powerful your background is, you are no different from any other guest here. If you think you can defeat any one of our security, you're welcome to try." Screams of women only increased.

Such a strong attitude gave off the vibe of, "I will protect you no matter how chaotic it gets."

That undoubtedly reached many people's hearts.

The manager hushed until the scene

quieted down a little, before continuing, Our beautiful girls are precious even you have come here to watch them perform. As for our female clients here, you are angels here, all of you. It's because of you that we are called Stunning."

The women screamed again.

"So when you come to our club, go crazy, go wild, but do not bully any women no matter what. Otherwise, we'll have to do as the rules say, no matter who you are, even if you're the Lopez family's eldest son." He was beaten up too.

Fleur entered her exclusive elevator after the speech, followed by Simon.

"Good marketing, certainly not your common strategy." Simon's dark eyes fell on her face in the mirror. He said cautiously, "You seem to look down on men here."

"It's not that I'm looking down on

you." Her voice was crisp. "It's

because you men like to get

yourselves into trouble, to humiliate women. You men are usually

powerful as none other, but then you have to do come and do things which tarnishes your own name. Who else is to blame? I won't allow

any of those bastards to hurt my girls here in the club."

Simon frowned. "You seem to hate men very much. Were you...hurt?"

Fleur reacted as if she had been struck by lightning. Her face was suddenly in Simon's, beautiful and attractive. Her fragrance wafted off in waves.

Simon felt heat rise within him.

"Look at my face clearly."

Beautiful. She was really beautiful.

"Do you think any man would hurt me with my looks?."

Simon pinched her soft face. "Don't be conceited. You're not a dollar bill. There's men who don't like women like you either."

That was true.

Olivier had also said so.

"As long as my Olivier doesn't hate it, it's fine by me. Others don't concern me."

Simon pinched tightened, making her mouth pouted. Her red lips reflecting off the light gave off an extremely seductive image.

Simon's eyes darkened.

"Let go." Why did her face always get pinched?

Just as she finished speaking, the elevator doors opened, revealing a man standing right at her office door. His hands were in his pockets as if waiting for her.

Tough luck, he was facing right at them, and just happened to see this 'curious' scene.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

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