The temperature in Xavier’s master suite dropped to sub-zero as he paced the floor. The image of that black lace lingerie and the curve of Chloe’s silhouette refused to leave his mind, swirling together in a way that left him deeply agitated.
That woman... How dare she bring such provocative filth into his home? Was she actively seeking her own destruction?
His fury was layered. In just twenty-four hours, Chloe had managed to "buy" the loyalty of both Liam Jr. and the Old Madam—a feat dozens of elite socialites had failed to achieve for years. Even more irritating was the fact that Nanny White, a woman of iron discipline, had started defending her.
Xavier remembered how much effort, patience, and cold calculation it had taken for him to get Liam Jr. to even tolerate his presence. Seeing
