The waitress noticed Lance's expression darken and hesitated, "Mr. Johnston, is there a problem?" She was merely relaying Michael's kind gesture, so why did this top-tier member from Raven Company seem so upset? Members of his status were not only wealthy but influential, and she knew better than to upset such an important patron. Nervous about delivering the message, she was encouraged by the generous tip Michael had given her, pushing her to pass along his words. This was Grimwell Restaurant, a regular haunt for high-level business dealings. Any hint of trouble here could tarnish the reputation of the Johnstons. Lance managed to quell his irritation, smoothing his expression to neutrality, "It's nothing. Just make sure to charge any of Ms. Daves' future visits to my account as I instructed." "Of course, Mr. Johnston, I won't forget," the waitress assured, nodding vigorously. With that, Lance turned and left the private room without another glance. Virginia, realizing Lance was leaving, hurried after him, calling out, "Lance, wait for me!" She had chosen stylish high heels today, though they were impractical for swift movement. After just a few steps, she felt the strain on her ankles. She clattered down the stairs, the sound of her heels echoing loudly on the wooden steps. Grimwell Restaurant typically played subdued, classy music to suit its affluent clientele, making the atmosphere elegant and calm. Virginia's hurried descent disrupted this serenity, drawing the eyes of many patrons. Embarrassed by the attention, Virginia halted abruptly, no longer daring to chase after Lance so openly. However, as Lance continued his brisk exit, Virginia quickly found herself trailing significantly behind. Biting her lip, she pressed on. Just then, a familiar female voice called out, "Virginia?" Startled, Virginia kept her head down, eager to escape the awkward situation. However, another voice followed, brighter and more enthusiastic, "Virginia!" She looked up involuntarily towards the source of the call, where two women stood. One in a playful pink dress with flowing hair and puffy sleeves, radiating youthful charm.Beside her, a woman in stark contrast of style wore a black camisole and leather skirt, her wavy hair and mature allure painting a picture of seasoned elegance. After pondering for a while, Virginia reluctantly recognized the two women who had flattered her at the last social event. The enthusiastic one was Lisa, and the other standing beside her must be Samantha. "Virginia, are you also here for dinner?" Lisa asked, smiling. "Yes," Virginia replied, even though she had once courted these women as part of her social climbing in the elite circles. She had exerted much effort to win their favor. However, now was clearly not the time for extended pleasantries. "What a coincidence, we're here for dinner too!" Lisa, oblivious to Virginia's disinterest, prattled on. "Ah, what a coincidence," Virginia responded, her eyes darting towards where Lance had headed. If they stayed much longer, Lance would be out of sight. "But Virginia, are you dining alone? Isn't Mr. Johnston with you?" Lisa scanned the area, noticing no one nearby. Samantha added, "I thought I saw him when we came in just now?" "Really?" Lisa turned to look just in time to see a man in a suit at the doorway stepping out. The man's posture and aura were unmistakable—it was Lance. Lisa recognized Lance not because she was close to him, but because his figure was striking and his demeanor quite distinct—aloof and regal, like a true aristocrat. It was no wonder then that almost anyone in Halton's high society could recognize Lance at a glance. "Virginia, why aren't you leaving with Mr. Johnston? Did you two have an argument?" Lisa's voice carried a hint of concern. "No, we didn't," Virginia said distractedly, her mind clearly elsewhere. The valet had already brought the car around, and Lance was just a few steps from reaching it. Feeling a surge of urgency, Virginia excused herself abruptly and headed quickly towards the exit, leaving Lisa and Samantha behind. Lisa had more to say but stopped short as Virginia exited briskly. "Do you even need to ask?" Samantha squinted after Virginia's retreating figure.Lisa, puzzled, blinked. "Why? What do you mean?" "When I walked past Mr. Johnston just now, he seemed really upset—his face was stern, and he looked quite cold," Samantha noted playfully. "Upset? Did they have a fight?" Lisa finally caught on, "But Virginia just told me how Mr. Johnston dotes on her, never argues, and always shoulders the blame for any issues. I envied her when I heard about it." Samantha rolled her eyes, "You actually believe everything she tells you? I thought you were just pretending to be naïve, but maybe you really are!" With those words, Samantha clacked upstairs in her heels, while Lisa followed, murmuring to herself, "Did Virginia really lie to me?" Virginia, meanwhile, had stormed out to the entrance of Grimwell Restaurant. However, by the time she made it outside, all she could see was the tail lights of the car vanishing into the night. "D*mn it!" Virginia cursed, flinging her expensive purse onto the ground, spilling its contents including a precious blue gem that rolled into the bushes. Her eyes widened in horror as she recognized the gem—a hard-earned treasure worth millions—that had slipped from her grasp. Desperately, Virginia turned on her phone's flashlight and started scouring the ground. Despite her efforts, she still could not find it. Her frustration boiled over. "D*mn that despicable woman, Addison!" ... Meanwhile, Addison and Michael settled into the car. "Dr. Daves, are you alright?" Michael asked as he buckled his seatbelt, glancing at Addison. "I'm fine," Addison replied, maintaining her composure. Michael did not probe further, respecting the personal nature of Addison's issues. "Are you divorcing Lance?" "Yes," Addison nodded, then hesitated before shaking her head. "No, we're not divorcing, we're already divorced." "Already divorced?" Michael's brow creased in confusion, his feelings a tangle of relief and concern."Yes, the divorce papers were signed," Addison continued, but then paused, remembering something crucial—since she had signed and given him the papers, Lance had not mentioned them. A sudden realization dawned on Addison. Had Lance not signed the papers yet? Her expression shifted swiftly as she pondered this possibility. What was Lance planning? Did he no longer want the divorce? "Dr. Daves, what's troubling you?" Michael noticed Addison's sudden shift in demeanor. "It's nothing significant, just a thought that crossed my mind," Addison responded, quickly regaining her composure and rolling down the car window to let in some fresh air. The cool breeze filled the car, helping to clear her thoughts. Regardless of Lance's decision about the divorce, she was determined to see it through. If Lance had indeed changed his mind and was reconsidering the divorce, she was prepared to take the matter to court and was confident in her ability to win. Settling back into her seat, Addison turned to Michael with a renewed focus, "Let's get back to our main concern. How shall we proceed to resolve this situation and recover our investments?"