“It’s her!”

Altsin shot up from his seat, startling the collector.

The collector was just as shocked, his puzzled gaze shifting to Hadwin.

“Mr. Sullivan… what’s going on?”

Hadwin thought: He’s having another episode.

But he was too much of a coward to say it out loud.

Ever since the boss got divorced, he had been having these frequent meltdowns. The once cold, composed CEO—who remained unfazed even with the weight of the world on his shoulders—was now constantly getting hit with shock after shock.

And the culprit behind all of it?

Chelsea.

Altsin had no time to explain. His fingers impatiently reached for the cloth covering the second piece...