Chelsea paused in her tracks.

For a moment, she thought she was still drunk and seeing things.

Altsin, what was he doing here?

But looking at his stern face and the predatory gleam in his eyes, it was clear he was here for her. He must have found out about her somehow.

But they were divorced, so there was no need to greet him. Chelsea composed herself, continuing to walk forward with poise and elegance.

"Stop," a cold voice rang out from the lounge.

Chelsea acted as if she hadn't heard, not missing a step.

Suddenly, a swift force grabbed her wrist. Her bodyguards immediately moved to intervene, "What are...