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Xavier Grayson flicked the white pastry away as if it were a piece of common trash. It rolled across the floor, coming to a stop near Chloe Bishop’s feet.

"You expect to put a lifelong servant under surveillance based on a single piece of cake?" His voice was flat, devoid of the warmth Chloe had hoped to find.

Chloe didn't argue. She simply knelt and picked up the pastry