When Altsin spoke, his voice wasn’t particularly loud, but his words rang through the lobby. The hotel front desk staff, guests just coming in, and those heading out for a late-night snack all heard him.

Their eyebrows shot up in shock, practically turning to stone on the spot.

What an audacious statement.

They’d heard of men wooing women with handbags, bracelets, and necklaces. But this guy? He was out here offering a whole house.

And not just any house—it was in Bromley. That’s high-end real estate!

However, Chelsea’s reaction was ice-cold.

“Are you insulting me?”

The crowd: “???”

You call this an insult?

Oh, heavens, please insult me like this...