"Mm?" Addison noticed Michael hesitating, and she couldn't help but urge him to get to the point. "Well ... " Michael paused, trying to find the right words. "It's just ... Men's intuition. You probably wouldn't get it," he said after a long pause. Addison arched an eyebrow. "Men's intuition?" Michael nodded. "What, you don't believe me? Women have intuition, so men must have it too. "If you can't sense it, try comparing it to the intuition women have. For example, when you first meet a woman, don't you just know whether she likes you or not? "Or can you sense her hostility?" Addison smiled. "Well ... I can definitely sense that." "Exactly, it's the same for men," Michael said with a smile. "Then I'll have a word with Ryan and ask him to save your WhatsApp number." Addison didn't believe Ryan had any reason to dislike Michael, but she played along with what Michael said. There must be some misunderstanding here. "Thank you, Dr. Nancy," Michael replied, his smile fading as he adopted a more refined and polite demeanor. "No problem," Addison said, waving her hand in dismissal. The Fullers were great in many ways, but their politeness could sometimes be overwhelming. Whether it was Annie, Michael, or anyone in the Fuller family, they all exuded courtesy and kindness to an almost excessive degree. Unlike the Johnstons, who claimed to be humble and frugal but showed no real sign of humility ... Especially Lance. Thinking about the Johnstons brought back the memory of being abruptly kicked out of the party, and Addison's expression instantly turned darker. Michael noticed and quickly asked, "Is something wrong? Your complexion doesn't look good." For some reason, he felt a surge of unease."It's nothing, just some bad memories," Addison said, looking up and smiling. Michael exhaled in relief. "I'm glad it's nothing serious. "Although this might be a bit forward, may I ask what the bad memory is?" he asked, choosing his words carefully. There was an odd pull inside him, a desire to understand Nancy's life and past. He wanted to know why her expression had darkened and why she kept her distance from him. But he realized too late that such a question might be considered inappropriate from someone he had just met. As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted asking. "It's nothing, just some unpleasant memories I'd prefer not to talk about," Addison replied, as expected, brushing off his question. Michael's expression remained unchanged, and he quickly apologized. "I'm sorry, I should've been more careful with my words. "But what I mean is, the real value of memories is turning them into strength." With that, Michael didn't wait for Addison's reply. He simply took a step back and said, "Dr. Nancy, perhaps we'll meet again someday." Addison stood still for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, Michael had vanished. She lowered her head, reflecting on his words. "Turning memories into strength—that's the true value of memories?" She repeated the phrase quietly to herself. Turning memories into strength ... ... "Why did the man just walk away from Addison? Aren't they supposed to be walking together?" Virginia's voice rang out, dripping with sarcasm. Virginia stood with her hands on her hips, exuding an air of superiority. Her phone was now in Francesca's hands, who stood by her side. A bodyguard stood nearby, solemnly holding an umbrella over her. "Look at Addison, looking all dazed. Could it be that her hookup failed?" Virginia said with disdain. Francesca didn't respond.Virginia's gaze followed as Addison got into her car, which roared to life and quickly disappeared, leaving only a trail of dust behind. Francesca handed the phone back to Virginia. "Ms. Dolton, it's all been recorded." "Thank you. Let's get in the car," Virginia replied, her mood clearly brightened. With the evidence now in her hands, she couldn't help but think about how she would deal with Addison. She didn't forget the slap Addison gave her that day. That slap—Virginia would make sure Addison paid her back tenfold. Virginia and her group got into the car, which soon started moving. Seated in the back, Virginia opened the album, feeling quite pleased. She casually flipped through the video, but then her eyes suddenly froze. This man ... isn't Keith. She narrowed her eyes and zoomed in on the screen with her finger. The man in the video exuded an air of elegance and refinement, nothing like the reckless, carefree nature of Keith. The contrast between them was night and day. Virginia furrowed her brows, her mind racing. Could it be that Addison wasn't just cheating, but juggling multiple affairs at once? How shameless! Fuming, Virginia zoomed in on the video, snapped a screenshot, and sent it to Lance's assistant. "Find out who this person is, and do it quickly." The assistant had helped Virginia quite a few times in the past, and his loyalties were clear—he chose to assist her over Addison. This made Virginia see him as someone she used and manipulated to her advantage. At that moment, the assistant was seated at his desk, staring at the mess around him, feeling overwhelmed. When he heard the notification, he picked up his phone without much thought. Upon seeing that the message was from Virginia, he quickly typed back. "Got it, I'll look into it right away." It didn't take long for Virginia to receive a reply."This man is Michael Fuller, the member of the Fullers and CEO of ApexMed Group." Virginia glanced at the message, her lips curling into a sneer. "Michael Fuller? Another CEO?" She sneered. "Addison really has no self-awareness. Does she even know her place? Chasing after wealthy men like this. How shameless." "Turn around. We're not going back to the apartment, take me to the office," Virginia instructed, casually toying with her phone. A sudden idea had struck her: it was time to pay Lance a visit. The driver complied, and soon the car pulled up in front of Johnston Enterprises. "Francesca, you head back to the apartment with the driver. I'll leave with Lance later." Francesca nodded. "Oh, and one more thing—make sure to put all these things in the storage room, not the living room," Virginia added. She didn't want Lance to return to the apartment later and see how much she had bought. It wouldn't leave a good impression. As the car drove off, Virginia lowered her head and quickly typed out a message: "I'm downstairs at Johnston Enterprises. Come pick me up." The assistant's phone buzzed again. He picked it up and saw Virginia's message. The savior has arrived! The assistant's worried expression instantly vanished when he saw Virginia. With Mr. Johnston being so fond of her, maybe the situation would be okay now. The office atmosphere was so bad that he wanted to leave immediately. He hurriedly cleared his desk and rushed downstairs to meet Virginia, moving so quickly it could almost be called a sprint. "Why are you in such a hurry?" Virginia frowned, noticing how disheveled the assistant looked, his hair a bit tousled from his rush. Upon closer look, you could even see the deep dark circles under his eyes. He was obviously mentally exhausted. There is no trace of the professional look he had in the past. "Sorry, I just got so excited when I heard you were coming," he quickly brushed through his hair, trying to smooth it down."And with someone as beautiful as you, who wouldn't want to take a second look?" "Really?" Virginia glanced at him. Although she asked, her expression clearly betrayed that she enjoyed hearing such flattery. "Of course! You're just too modest. If you weren't beautiful, how would Mr. Johnston be so captivated by you?" "Stop flattering me. Let's go," Virginia said with a smile, adjusting her dress before stepping into the elevator. The assistant followed closely behind. As Virginia stood in the elevator, her mood lifted, completely unaware of the storm brewing upstairs.