Chelsea’s seat was conveniently obscured by a pine tree.

The two people arguing and pulling at each other had no idea someone was quietly sitting behind the tree.

The next moment, Chelsea heard a familiar deep voice, rich like a cello but laced with an unmistakable edge of coldness.

“If I don’t intervene, are you just going to keep spiraling down like this?”

“What I do is my business! What does it have to do with you?”

Dianne’s voice was sharp, trembling with emotion. “We’re already broken up! You, the great movie star and heir to the He family fortune—how could someone like me, Dianne, ever be good enough for...