"Me? Drunk and unconscious?"
Chloe pointed at herself, her mind a fog of confusion until the fragmented memories of the private suite began to resurface. The sudden weakness, the trembling fingers, the way the world had tilted... she hadn't just been drunk. She had been drugged.
Her expression paled as she immediately checked her reflection and her clothes, her heart hammering against her ribs. When she found no new marks or signs of assault—other than her throbbing cheek—she let out a long, shuddering breath of relief.
Was it Xavier? Did he save me?
Nanny White watched her, his tone heavy with paternal disappointment. "Madam, you are now the young mistress of the Grayson family. You represent our prestige and our name. You cannot afford to be so reckless again."
It was clear Nanny Wh
