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After ending the call with Dr. Julian Vance, Xavier Grayson leaned back against the plush leather of the Rolls-Royce. A rare, languid ease settled over his features; the cold, tectonic lines of his face had softened into something almost approachable. He was a man savoring a victory he hadn't yet fully claimed, his thoughts lingering on the defiant, beautiful woman waiting for him at the estate