The elevator shifted downward, its mechanical hum masked by the thunderous silence of a marriage in its final, agonizing hours. Xavier Grayson didn’t just occupy space; he dominated it, his shadow stretching across the cold metal walls until it swallowed Chloe Bishop whole.What did he want?Xavier looked at the woman before him, and for the first time in his life, he truly didn't know what to do with her. His gaze flickered toward the observation window. Inside, Liam Martin was staring back, their eyes locking in a silent, explosive clash—the wordless battlefield of two men who claimed a stake in the same woman’s heart.Then, with a definitive "THUD," the blinds were snapped shut. Julian Thorne was a man of professional ethics; a physical examination required absolute privacy.Xavier turned away, radiating a frost that could freeze the very marrow in one’s bones. He began to walk down the hall, his voice trailing back with lethal authority: "You had better follow me."Chloe’s hands c
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