Addison noticed that the person had still not arrived, which made her feel a bit uneasy. She walked up to one of the two intimidating bodyguards and asked, "Could you pass a message to him for me?" Neither of them moved. With a sigh, she nonchalantly removed the pearl necklace from around her neck and held it in her hand. The pearls were smooth and radiant, gleaming under the intense sunlight, showcasing their opulent and perfect shape. She held the necklace out to the bodyguard and spoke softly, "This is a small gesture of thanks. Would you kindly inform the director?" The bodyguard respectfully lowered his head. However, after just a brief look, he returned to his earlier stoic stance. A pearl necklace might not carry much value, especially if the pearls are imitations. Observing the indifferent attitudes of the two men, Addison wasn't surprised. She remained composed and added, "This necklace was purchased overseas. "Each pearl is valued at tens of thousands of dollars. So, how much do you think the entire necklace is worth?" Addison blinked innocently, as though she couldn't quite figure it out herself. She extended the necklace toward them again. "Why don't you help me estimate the value of this necklace?" Tens of thousands per pearl? Could it really be that expensive? There were at least a dozen pearls strung together! Doesn't that mean the necklace is worth hundreds of thousands? The two bodyguards couldn't help but gulp. The worth of that necklace in her hands was equivalent to several years of their wages! "So? How much is it really worth?" Addison looked at the two of them, the hint in her gaze unmistakable. One of the bodyguards couldn't hold back and spoke up, "Miss, if each pearl is worth tens of thousands, then this necklace must be worth at least hundreds of thousands!" As he finished, he reached toward Addison, clearly intending to pocket the necklace."Huh?" Addison noticed his action and arched an eyebrow. Just as his hand extended, she swiftly pulled the necklace back. The bodyguard's hand grasped at thin air. Addison gripped the necklace tightly once more, her tone shifting from playful to firm. "If I give you this necklace, will you let me inside?" The staff had been gone for far too long, and she suspected it was on the hospital director's orders. It seemed clear that the director of Yarrow International Hospital didn't look favorably on her status as Mrs. Johnston. She needed to get inside today. Resolving the issue with the funding chain couldn't be postponed. "Yes! Absolutely!" The bodyguard's voice was filled with excitement. After all, who would turn down money? Hearing the response she was hoping for, Addison nodded and extended her hand once more, holding the necklace out. "Here, take it." The bodyguard eagerly reached out, his grin stretching almost ear to ear in anticipation. "What are you doing?" Before he could grab the necklace, the other bodyguard struck him on the head with a sharp motion and slapped his hand away. The loud "smack" resounded in the air, startling even Addison. The slap left him dumbfounded, his grin vanishing instantly as he clutched his head and angrily demanded, "What's wrong with you? Why'd you hit me?" "You actually believe her claim that it's worth tens of thousands? What if it's fake?" the other bodyguard replied, shaking his head in disappointment. Addison raised an eyebrow at the comment and interjected, "Relax, it's definitely not fake. If you're doubtful, feel free to verify it." She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She had initially thought the person next to her was all upright and uncompromising, unwilling to accept the necklace. Turns out, that wasn't the case. "And how are we supposed to verify it now?" The skeptical bodyguard retorted with a smirk, his tone dripping with distrust. Addison smiled faintly, pulling a Maybach key from her bag and dangling it before their eyes. "You might not know much about pearls, but I'm sure you recognize this, don't you? Do you think someone who drives a car like this would wear fake jewelry?" At the sight of the key, the skeptical bodyguard's expression shifted immediately.The other security guard recalled the car parked outside moments ago and exclaimed, "That woman was indeed driving a top-tier Maybach! I noticed it myself!" Addison gave a sly grin, handed one of them the necklace, and asked playfully, "Does that mean I can go inside now?" "Absolutely, please come in right away," the two guards responded promptly, now convinced of her wealth. They bowed respectfully, feeling fortunate for the encounter. Addison's eyelashes fluttered briefly as she gave a subtle nod before casting a meaningful glance toward Gordon. Gordon caught on instantly, grabbed the umbrella, and carelessly tossed it to the two guards. The umbrella traced a curve through the air, and one of the guards swiftly caught it, cradling it in his arms. As he held it, he politely said, "Please come in," showing no sign of offense at Gordon's casual toss. Addison and Gordon entered the building one after the other. The two guards remained at their post, watching as the pair gradually vanished from view. The guard clutching the black umbrella kept running his fingers over it, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He couldn't help but think that an umbrella from a wealthy household must be something special, perhaps even worth a fortune! ... Addison stepped inside the building, finding it spacious but nearly barren, save for the servants scattered about. The two of them proceeded without interruption. The servants glanced at them but showed little reaction, assuming they were significant guests invited by the director. After all, no intruder would stroll confidently down the hallway without hesitation. Addison made her way down the corridor with ease but suddenly came to a halt. She gazed at the fork ahead, feeling uncertain. She had no idea where the director of Yarrow might be. Gordon broke the silence, his voice calm and composed. "Follow me," he instructed, stepping ahead of Addison. This was one of the rare moments when Gordon took the lead in speaking. Addison blinked in surprise, "Do you know where he is? Are you familiar with this place?" Gordon's tone suggested he knew the layout well. "I've been here with my former boss," Gordon replied nonchalantly, continuing to walk forward with Addison closely trailing behind."I understand now," Addison nodded, trusting his words without question. The two of them continued walking north down the corridor, reaching the end before stepping into the elevator. Gordon expertly pressed the button for the top floor, and the elevator began its ascent. When the elevator doors slid open, the aroma of tea filled the air. Thanks to her years of experience in pharmaceuticals, Addison had an exceptional sense of smell. She furrowed her brow at the familiar scent of tea, trying to recall where she had encountered it before. Despite her efforts, the scent remained elusive, and she couldn't pinpoint its source. "This is the one," Gordon said, halting in front of a wooden door. Addison looked up to see the aged wooden door before her. Without hesitation, she raised her hand and knocked. Coming as Mrs. Johnston, Addison had nothing to fear today. Yarrow would never dare harm her, not with the respect Johnstons commanded. The door was opened by a young woman in a bodycon dress, her outfit perfectly matching the tea scent that filled the air, creating a pleasant atmosphere. However, her next action quickly destroyed Addison's initial perception of her, as well as the innocent image Addison had just moments before.