On the way back, Chelsea sat in the back seat, her lips tightly pressed together, saying nothing. The atmosphere in the car was stiflingly tense.

Julian, who was driving, gripped the steering wheel with extreme caution, fearing that any jolt might further agitate his boss and result in his own misfortune.

He had been with Chelsea long enough to understand her temperament.

If she was giving a long, scathing rebuke, it meant she wasn't truly angry; but when she was silent like this, it meant she was harboring a deep-seated fury. At times like these, it was best to steer clear, as anyone who approached her would likely suffer.

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