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The way Chloe pressed her lips together—Xavier could tell she was cursing him under her breath.

But he was in a good mood and couldn't be bothered to hold it against her. After all, she'd won the championship. And more importantly, she'd drunk that wine...

He actually smiled.

Everyone at the table silently marveled at how unpredictable the richest man's moods could be. One moment he's sulking