The veins on his forehead throbbed, and he was about to call Addison directly when he had a second thought. Addison loved him so much, and she was using every trick to delay the divorce. If she saw the divorce agreement, she would probably ignore his messages, thinking she could drag it out one more day. With that thought, he calmed himself and patiently sent another message. "I'll be at Johnston Residence." Letting Addison see him one more time was the biggest concession he could make. Addison was engrossed in her research when her phone vibrated. She opened the message and was puzzled by the five brief words from Lance. What does this mean? We just talked about the divorce agreement, and now he's saying he'll be at Johnston Residence tonight. What does he want? What does his being at the Johnston Residence have anything to do with me? Addison still didn't reply. Seeing that his message had been read but not responded to, Lance's expression darkened completely. In the afternoon at the CEO's office in Johnston Enterprise, the assistant entered to deliver some documents without knocking. As soon as he stepped inside, he heard Lance's cold voice. "Get out." Startled by the harsh tone, the assistant quickly lowered his head and hurriedly left. What's wrong with Mr. Johnston today? He seems unusually irritable. Lance typically maintained a distant demeanor at the office, but he was rarely irrationally angry. His overall indifference often made it seem like he couldn't be bothered to get upset. The employees feared the CEO but regarded Lance with a combination of respect and admiration. As the assistant stepped out of the office, he placed a hand on his chest and took a deep breath. His colleagues hurried over, anxious to find out what had happened. Looking at the closed door of the CEO's office, the assistant said apprehensively, "I just walked into a storm. You all should be careful during the meeting later."The surrounding colleagues fell silent. "No way! I'm reporting today. So unlucky!" The assistant gave him a look that said he should count his blessings. A chorus of complaints echoed through the office. "Who could have angered Mr. Johnston so much that we all have to suffer?" Just then, a man in a tailored deep green suit entered, wearing gold-rimmed glasses. The well-fitted suit accentuated his handsome and refined appearance. "Mr. Salvador, you're here! Mr. Johnston has been waiting for you," the assistant said, looking up and hurrying to greet him. "I won't escort you inside. Mr. Johnston is right in there. Please, go ahead," the assistant said, gesturing for the man to enter, not wanting to face the wrath. With a charming smile, Mike nodded and opened the door. Mike Salvador and Lance had been close friends for many years. Lance was known for his terrible temper, and few could endure his cold demeanor, but Mike was one of the rare exceptions. Recently, Shay learned that Lance's first love, Virginia Dolton, had returned from abroad. The moment he heard the news, he knew Lance would be divorcing Addison. Addison's unwavering affection had been misplaced. Lance glanced up at Mike and gestured toward the sofa for him to sit before returning to his paperwork. "I brought you the divorce agreement; take a look and see if there are any issues." Lance took the document and quickly scanned it, his gaze ultimately landing on the section about asset division. His expression darkened, tinged with frustration as he spoke, "Change the asset amount to ten million." Each word was spoken with anger as if he were releasing the fury boiling inside him. Mike looked up at Lance in surprise. Ten million?! Isn't that a bit too low...? He glanced at the stern-faced man in front of him, puzzled by Lance's thoughts. Didn't he say dividing the assets more generously? Mike had thought Lance was being fair, but now it was reduced to only ten million? Man is impossible to understand. Mike shook his head, took back the agreement, and said nothing further. He didn't want to meddle in Lance's affairs and simply murmured, "Alright." Mrs. Johnston had it rough. After three years with the Johnstons, she ended up with only ten million. Even as a stand-in, she doesn't deserve such a treatment, Mike thought, feeling a pang of sympathy for Addison. Lance, maintaining a cold expression, continued reviewing documents. "If there's nothing else, you can go. "Send the agreement back to me in an hour; I need it urgently." Lance didn't lift his gaze, but the stack of untouched documents reflected his agitation, clearly angered by Addison's silence. He decided to give Addison one more chance. Even if she didn't reply, he found it hard to believe she could resist coming to see him when he returned to Johnston Residence that evening. Mike raised an eyebrow. "I'll have it delivered to you right away. It won't take long to revise." When Mike finished revising the contract and headed upstairs, he heard Lance's harsh voice cutting through the meeting room. "Is this your proposal for the week? What do you think this drug will accomplish? "What's the point of keeping you here? Start over!" Mike couldn't help but shudder. So scary! Addison had spent the afternoon focused on her research, and she was nearly finished with the task assigned by the international association. She had initially thought it would be challenging, but after some brainstorming, she was pleasantly surprised by how quickly ideas had begun to flow. She even came up with several versions of her approach for different demographics, minimizing the drug's side effects. Once everything was in order, she stood up to stretch, made herself a cup of coffee, and casually sent the organized research ideas to the association. A message popped up on her phone: "You don't come?"It was from Lance, and she could almost picture his grim expression through the screen. However, the message was from two hours ago, and she hadn't noticed it due to her intense focus. Addison was surprised, not only by the message but also by the realization that it was already ten o'clock at night. She ignored the message and decided to take a shower and get some rest. She hadn't tried the new body wash she recently bought and was curious about how well it worked. Still, she didn't reply. Just as she entered the bathroom, the doorbell rang, prompting her to slip on her slippers and go answer the door. Who on earth comes looking for me at this hour? Addison impatiently yanked open the door and, without seeing the person's face, asked, "What's up?" When there was no response, she looked up to see an expressionless bodyguard. She looked behind the bodyguard and saw a man in a suit leaning against the car's body under the dim street light. His frosty face was particularly eye-catching. Lance?!