"Was this Xavier Grayson's idea, or yours, Nanny?"
She was puzzled — since when did Nanny care so much about her?
Nanny smiled. "It was the Young Lord's intention, of course. Though he didn't say it outright, I know that's what he meant."
Chloe Bishop, "So you guessed."
She knew it — those words would never come out of Xavier Grayson's mouth.
Nanny, "...Young madam, I've been with the Young Lord since he was a child. I know him well."
She didn't argue. She glanced at the pile of sunscreen products, picked one, and said, "Alright. You can go now. I'll be down shortly."
When Xavier Grayson checked the surveillance feed again, he saw Chloe Bishop fully "armed" — sitting in the scenic courtyard, reading under the sun with a portable fan beside her.
His thin lips pressed together. Who t
