Back at the Grayson estate, the storm had already passed.
The moment she stepped in, something felt off. Everyone looked nervous, on edge. She couldn't help but be affected by the tense atmosphere.
In the living room, Xavier Grayson sat on the sofa with his back to her.
Shards of broken objects lay scattered at his feet, but no one dared to clean them up.
"Xavier Grayson, where's Adrian?"
She didn't see Adrian Grayson. She walked forward cautiously, still shaken by what had happened the night before.
Xavier Grayson's expression was cold, unreadable—but chilling all the same.
He looked up at her and said flatly, "Too noisy. I knocked him out."
Knocked him out?
Maybe it was her imagination, but she thought she heard a trace of guilt in his voice.
He glanced at her, then down at the
