Melford had taken on the rare role of a chauffeur, intending to "see things through to the end." But Chelsea didn’t give him the chance.

As soon as they exited the highway and entered the city, Chelsea’s people were already waiting by the roadside.

She stepped out of the car without looking back.

Melford called after her, "Hey, that’s it? You’re just leaving?"

Chelsea clutched her phone and turned back with an impatient glance. "What do you want?"

"Nothing much. But after all the trouble I went through helping you, at the very least, you should treat us to a meal. Right, Altsin?" Melford sought backup.

Altsin, for once, played...