Chelsea leaned back in her chair, her expression cold and icy.

"She's been pretending for so long, but one day she'll be exposed. Who is she, anyway? Why should I lower myself to tear off her mask? Is she even worthy?"

Daley raised an eyebrow, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. "But after loving Altsin for so long, are you really going to tolerate him marrying trash?"

"If he's willing to be a garbage dump, what can I do?"

Chelsea seemed indifferent, concluding with, "Delay, I'm tired."

Closing her laptop, she rose and walked to the window.

As night fell, Bromley's nightlife was lively and colorful, with lights illuminating...