“Nathaniel, Cecilia.”

In the distance, Chelsea stood there in a sharp, professional suit, greeting them.

Before either of them could respond, she walked straight over.

“What is it?” Nathaniel asked, getting straight to the point.

Seeing that, Chelsea nodded. “Yeah. I want to talk to Cecilia for a minute. Is that okay?”

Another person here to pull his wife away. Nathaniel’s expression immediately cooled, but there wasn’t much he could say.

“Ceci, keep it short and come back quickly.”