FAZER LOGINXavier Grayson himself went to the Bishop residence.He met with Shawn and Zara and told them of his decision to go to the Misty Forest and bring back the medical hermit Simon. In return, he hoped they would agree to let him be with Chloe Bishop.After hearing him out, Shawn asked only one question. "The Misty Forest is a no-man's-land. You might not come back. Have you truly thought this through?"Xavier Grayson didn't hesitate. "I've already made my decision."Shawn asked again, "When are you leaving?""Immediately.""So soon? Won't you take more time to prepare?"Xavier Grayson answered solemnly, "I will come back to her safely."He wanted Chloe Bishop back by his side as soon as possible — he couldn't wait a moment longer.Shawn said nothing more and went upstairs.Zara, however, seemed to have something to say — but she swallowed her words several times.Xavier Grayson assumed she was worried for his safety. "Mrs. Taylor, please don't worry. I promised I'd return alive, and I won
Chloe Bishop looked at the burns on the back of his hand — the wounds were a terrible sight. Her tears spilled over before she could stop them. "Your hands..."How had they ended up like this?His hand had been burned about a week ago. If properly cared for, it would have healed in a few more days. But instead of getting better, there were fresh wounds everywhere now. The hand was barely recognizable. Didn't he feel any pain?She grabbed his other hand — and that one was just as badly damaged. Tears fell from her eyes like crystals, drop after drop. "How did this happen?"His hands — they'd been so beautiful. Now they were covered in scars, no longer clean and slender, but raw and shocking.Xavier Grayson watched her tear-filled eyes and felt a warmth spread through his chest — a deep, searing heat.To have her worry over him — it made everything worth it.He pulled his hand back and said lightly, "Don't cry. I've been using Simon's medicine. He promised me there won't be any scars. S
Xavier Grayson's attitude was sincere. "Please tell me how, Uncle."Charles Bishop was very pleased with Xavier Grayson's demeanor.After all, Xavier Grayson had earned his place today through a shrewd and brilliant mind. He must have long seen through the fact that Charles Bishop was deliberately putting him through the wringer.Yet he still chose to play along — that was what mattered.Charles Bishop glanced toward the kitchen. "The chef is off today. Whether we eat tonight depends on you."Hadn't Chloe said he could cook? Then let the first test be his culinary skills.Xavier Grayson understood — so this was the challenge. "Leave it to me, Uncle."A single meal — that was hardly a hardship.Charles Bishop stood up and stretched. "I'm tired. Going to take a nap. When I wake up, I expect to see eight dishes and a soup.""Yes, sir."Xavier Grayson rose to his feet with a smile, standing a full half-head taller than Charles Bishop.Charles Bishop felt a shiver under Xavier Grayson's sm
The divorce had been Xavier Grayson's decision. Now that he was the one regretting it, he was naturally the one to admit fault.Back then, he hadn't thought much of it — so he'd let go without a second thought.Only after she was gone did he realize how precious it was to have someone so thoughtful by his side. No one else could ever take her place.Xavier Grayson meant every word of his apology. After Chloe Bishop had given him a piece of her mind that day, he'd finally reflected on those three months they were together — how he'd never truly seen her, never listened to her thoughts or opinions, and put her through so much misery.He'd never really woven her into his life. His future plans hadn't included her either. He'd treated her as casually as a servant.He'd never treated her as a wife — so why should he have expected her complete trust?He said he was disappointed in her. But wasn't she just as disappointed in him?Charles Bishop studied the man kneeling before him. Even on hi
Appearance — flawless.Physique — flawless.Presence — flawless!Never before had Charles Bishop seen a younger generation exude such innate nobility. Even standing there in stillness, Xavier Grayson commanded the aura of an emperor. Compared to him, even Seth Rollins — whom Charles Bishop had met just that morning — paled by at least three degrees.And that paleness had nothing to do with looks; what Seth Rollins lacked was bearing.Charles Bishop wanted to find fault with Xavier Grayson. But in the end, all he could conclude was that aside from a certain coldness in his brows and eyes, the young man before him was practically impeccable.Charles Bishop had to admit — Chloe Bishop's taste this time was on point. This Xavier Grayson was far superior to that Liam Martin. The only question now was the character beneath the surface.So he turned his attention to Xavier Grayson's attire: an iron-gray suit paired with a dark purple shirt, sapphire cufflinks at the sleeves. The whole look w
Xavier Grayson answered honestly, "It was Charles Bishop's idea."Lady Grayson immediately began analyzing. "Charles Bishop just woke up — why would he want to see you? Who mentioned you to him? How much does he know about you and Chloe's divorce? Is he calling you over just to give you a scolding? Or..."Xavier Grayson quickly cut off her speculation. "Grandma, stop guessing. Chloe told me to 'show what I've got tonight.' Isn't that clear enough?"The moment Lady Grayson heard that, her eyes lit up. "Chloe really said that? Then there's hope for you two! Hurry up and go get dressed!"Xavier Grayson glanced down at his clothes. "Isn't this fine?"He wasn't a woman — what was there to dress up for?"Fine? What's fine about it?"Lady Grayson was thoroughly displeased. She grabbed Xavier Grayson and launched into a lecture. "Look at this outfit — all dark and drab. This is your first time meeting your future father-in-law, not a funeral.""And look at your face. What have you been up to
The final bridge between them hadn't just cracked; it had disintegrated into an abyss. Chloe Bishop stood in the center of the grand hall, the air around her freezing into a vacuum. She wanted to hear it from his own mouth. She needed to know if the man she had started to let into her heart was the
The thin veneer of domesticity didn't just crack—it shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. Xavier Grayson stood up, the chair screeching against the floor like a dying animal. The "Demon CEO" was gone; in his place stood a judge, jury, and executioner wrapped in an aura of lethal frost."Are you
The chess pieces have been moved into place. Blueberry has successfully infiltrated the inner sanctum of the Grayson Manor, while the domestic war between Xavier Sr. and the enigmatic An Lan reaches its boiling point at the Ancestral Mansion.Vince stepped forward the moment the car pulled into the
Blueberry’s frantic cries acted like a beacon, drawing the sharp gazes of Joy Zhao and the rest of the group. They moved in unison toward the sound, their predatory curiosity piqued by the sight of Blueberry’s public breakdown. After all, they had arrived together—it would be a social faux pas to l







