"My skin is natural, too," Chloe said, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her. "No amount of expensive skincare can cultivate a glow like this. It’s heritage."
Her beauty was a matter of public record in River City, as legendary as the Bishop family fortune.
She took a breath and continued, "In terms of lineage, the Bishops are a clean, prestigious family with a prominent status. My age is a perfect match for yours. Marrying me, Mr. Grayson, would be an asset to your reputation, not a stain."
Xavier studied her. Most women folded under his gaze, but this one was praising her own natural perfection without blinking an eye. He had to admit—she had the capital to be arrogant.
His indifferent gaze swept over her luminous skin. "Your credentials sound impressive, Miss
