“Altsin, when are you going to stop?”

As soon as they entered the backstage room, Chelsea asked the staff to step out for dinner. She turned to face Altsin directly, her frustration evident.

Pulling out her phone, she showed him the flurry of messages from the Sullivan family.

“What is this? You think it’s not enough to pester me alone, so you’ve rallied your whole family to gang up on me?”

Meeting her gaze, Altsin remained calm. “I wasn’t trying to pester you or gang up on you. I wanted to help.”

“Help?” Chelsea let out a cold laugh. “Do you think I need your help?”

Her voice sharpened. “Mr....