Every movement Chloe Bishop and Liam Jr. made was currently being broadcast live onto Xavier Grayson’s high-definition office monitor. As his cold gaze fell upon the sight of Chloe sitting on the hardwood floor, leaning against the sofa and buried in her studies, his expression darkened into a mask of icy displeasure.
A flicker of annoyance twitched in his jaw. Hadn't he personally confiscated her business books just the other day? Where had these new ones come from? Xavier could feel the quiet, burning ambition radiating through the screen; Chloe was clearly determined to transform herself, treating his previous warnings as nothing more than white noise.
Watching the woman meticulously highlight her notes, Xavier’s long, elegant fingers drummed a rhythmic, predatory beat against his mah
