By the time Chelsea wrapped up her meeting and stepped out of her office, she was met with complete chaos.

She didn’t rush in—there was no need to risk getting caught in the crossfire. Instead, she stood off to the side, observing the scene with an air of indifference.

Julian and the others were about to intervene, but Chelsea stopped them with a single glance.

An old man with one foot in the grave going up against a bunch of young, strong men? He was practically asking for it.

Besides, her people weren’t the ones getting beaten up.

Versta wasn’t just at a disadvantage—he was getting absolutely wrecked.

He had...