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As Xavier Grayson drew nearer, Chloe could clearly feel her heartbeat spiralling out of control. Her hands clenched unconsciously, and all her earlier composure evaporated.

Xavier Grayson was dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking effortlessly crisp and at ease. Yet the innate aristocratic air about him still radiated an undeniable sense of pressure