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Xavier Grayson returned to his room radiating icy fury, and even after some time, his anger hadn't subsided.

The image of that black lace and Chloe Bishop's figure kept flashing through his mind, refusing to fade—infuriating him beyond measure.

That damn woman. How dare she bring that kind of thing into his home.

Was she tired of living?

Xavier Grayson was livid. In just one day