Chelsea noticed her agent and Ethan lingering at the door without leaving. She looked up and saw Altsin, who had appeared out of nowhere.

Her delicate brows furrowed.

Why does she run into him everywhere?

Like a persistent ghost, he just wouldn’t go away.

Placing her laptop aside, Chelsea stood up and walked toward the door, making it clear she was kicking them out.

"Still here? Waiting for me to invite you to dinner?"

Her tone was cold, making no effort to hide her displeasure.

"We’re leaving, we’re leaving. Goodbye, Ms. Bromley."

The agent grinned, hurriedly nudging Ethan out the door. The bath towel Ethan had taken off was still...