All Chapters of The Return of the French Tycoon: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

When Rosalie entered the hotel, she went straight to the elevators. She wasn’t thinking about what she was about to do, she just waited patiently for her to get to François’s floor. Then, looking through the elegant corridors of the grand hotel, she searched for room 302. When she finally found it, the door was open, and the woman came in. Rosalie came across a beautiful bedroom, with large elegant red sofas, a beautiful chandelier on the ceiling. On a table there was a champagne on ice and two glasses. In the center of the room a huge bed with red silk sheets. Rosalie wore an overcoat on top, she took a deep breath and took it off, leaving it aside. Now she was only wearing black lingerie. There was no sign of François. Behind Rosalie, the man emerged from the other room of the luxurious bedroom. He paralyzed to see the woman with the lingerie standing with her back to him, looking at the bed. His waist was thin, and his body slender. His hair hung loose from his back like a c

When Duncan listened attentively to Rosalie’s entire story, he felt as if lightning had struck his heart in full, leaving him momentarily speechless. The guilt fell on him like a merciless avalanche, flooding him with the weight of his thoughts and gross attitudes toward her. Every word she uttered echoed in his mind, revealing a story of suffering and struggle he had never imagined. Now everything made sense, and he realized how wrong he had been in judging her without knowing the truth behind her actions. Duncan clenched his fists, feeling the anger and hatred seeping into his heart by everyone involved in putting Rosalie in this desperate situation. He felt an overwhelming mixture of emotions, but above all, the guilt eroded him inside, turning into a shadow that hung over his shoulders. However, he understood that now was not the time to show his strong emotions. Rosalie needed help, not her whining or guilt. He needed to be strong and support her, to be by her side in the midst

With Rosalie’s decision to trust François, she knew she needed to take drastic measures to protect her company and her family. That crucial morning, she addressed the company headquarters with a mixture of nervousness and determination. The meeting with the directors and shareholders was scheduled, and she was prepared to face the consequences of her decisions. Upon entering the meeting room, the mood was tense and full of expectation. Rosalie knew her words would be met with resistance and discontent. She was about to cede some contracts and commercial spaces, withdrawing from the war established by the Lecomte Group. The meeting would be a definitive test for his leadership and his determination to protect his family and find the truth about Duncan’s death. During the meeting, several directors stood up to present their ideas and strategies to respond to the provocation of the Lecomte Group. They were willing to fight with all available weapons, hoping to retaliate and convince cl

Rosalie woke up that anxious Saturday morning, her heart beating a little faster than usual. The night that was approaching promised to be special, because she had an appointment at the Hotel Alberi. Recognized as one of the most luxurious places in the whole city, the hotel had a daily rate that was worth almost a small fortune. Rosalie could not contain the expectation, but also felt a slight apprehension before the occasion so important. She would spend that night with François. With enthusiasm in the heights, Rosalie went to the wardrobe and took off all her clothes to decide what would be the perfect outfit for the occasion. Elegant dresses, impeccable skirts and sophisticated blouses all looked good, but none fully met their expectations. Anxiety began to mix with indecision, and she found herself lost amid the variety of options. And I had not even seen the jewels I would wear... At that moment, his daughter Angelika entered the room, and noticing the tension in her mother

Rosalie abruptly awakened to the sound of blaring horns, the sound penetrating her ears as an unexpected alarm. His eyes opened quickly, meeting immediately with the sun rays that ran through the windows of the car, painting the interior with golden and warm tones. She found herself huddled in the seat of the vehicle, a sense of confusion spreading through her mind as she tried to organize her thoughts. His mind was a mess. The sudden awakening made her notice a mess at her feet: empty drinking bottles lay on the floor of the car, a disorderly memory of a night that seemed distant. A small groan escaped from her lips, a clear sign of the discomfort she was experiencing. Settling on the bench, Rosalie rubbed her eyes with her palm, trying to dispel any lingering drowsiness. "Did I sleep in that car?" "Or rather, did I pass out in this drinking car?" She looked at the doors and checked the locks. Soon she found that she slept in the car and the doors were not even locked... "My G