Melford spun around in his chair, surveying Chelsea's office, unable to suppress a scoff.

"Your office exudes an antiquated aura, reminiscent of where an old man in his forties would dwell."

Glancing at the display of entirely Chinese furniture and some worn-out antique calligraphy, Melford grimaced. "I have an ex-girlfriend who specializes in interior design. Let me recommend her to you for a refurbishment."

"No need."

Chelsea glanced at the documents Julian handed her without lifting her head. "Firstly, refrain from questioning my taste casually. Secondly, if being in one's forties equates to being old, then you're middle-aged now too. Thirdly, you're already quite bothersome; spare me the trouble of...