The meal was indeed delicious.

During dinner, they discussed the matters regarding the racecourse, finalizing most of the collaboration details and agreeing to visit the racecourse to check the progress once Altsin was discharged from the hospital in two days.

After the satisfying meal, Chelsea and Altsin prepared to leave.

Melford stared at the pile of greasy dishes in the sink, his eyes wide open. “You’re leaving now? And leaving all this for me?”

Are they even human?

Chelsea glanced back at Melford indifferently. “Do you know my appearance fee?”

Melford was taken aback and shook his head. “No, I don’t.”

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