Looking at the single, lonely high heel left on the floor, Addison frowned and called for the cleaning staff. "Hey, could you please clean this up? Thank you." Letting patients see such a thing during a consultation event would surely leave a bad impression. This gathering wasn't just a medical consultation; it was also a welcoming event for Leon, with many prominent families in attendance. It would be incredibly disrespectful to both Leon and these esteemed guests to allow them to witness such carelessness. After the floor was tidied up, Addison headed over to where Leon was holding his consultations. As usual, the crowd was overwhelming. Even if Leon dedicated himself entirely to the task, foregoing meals and working until nightfall, it would be impossible to attend to every person present. She decided to try squeezing into the crowd. "Hey, how can you just cut in line like that? Where are your manners?" Someone nearby protested loudly. Addison's expression turned slightly awkward. "Exactly! Get to the back of the line if you want to see the doctor." "Dressed so decently, yet acting so inconsiderately." All around her, people were giving her looks of displeasure. She blinked, attempting to explain, "Um ... I'm a doctor, not here as a patient. I'm not taking your place in line." But no one cared whether she was a doctor or not. After waiting in line for so long, their patience had long since run dry, and they weren't interested in listening to her explanations. "We don't care who you are—go line up in the back!" As one person spoke, they shoved Addison backward. Caught off guard by the sudden shove, Addison was just about to sigh and step out of the crowd when she felt herself pushed hard from behind. She stumbled forward, nearly falling. Seeing that she was about to topple, a few people nearby instinctively reached out to help her, but someone suddenly shoved past them. Addison felt a hand suddenly wrap around her waist from behind, a familiar scent washing over her. It was Lance. His strong arm encircled her waist, pulling her securely into his embrace. Addison blinked in surprise. Why was Lance here? Almost reflexively, she immediately tried to wriggle out of his hold. "Don't move," Lance's low, deep voice murmured near her ear. Her mind raced. He was holding her, wasn't he? Surely she couldn't just stand there passively. Could she? But what choice did she have? Without even thinking, Addison raised her elbow and delivered a sharp blow, striking without hesitation or mercy. "Let go of me immediately." Her strike was so forceful, it even created a slight gust of wind. Seeing her elbow heading straight for his face, Lance tilted his head to avoid it just in time. "Whoever taught you to be so rough? I'm truly impressed by your performance. Such a demure lady in the Johnston household ... who would have guessed?" He said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. His words made it clear he wasn't happy with her sudden aggression. "None of your business," she retorted sharply. "I'm trying to help you, alright?" Lance frowned, his tone carefully restrained. "If you rush out there now, you'll just end up getting pushed down again." Why did it feel like this woman didn't appreciate my help at all? "I don't need it," Addison replied, looking up at him. "You getting lost is the best way you can help me." Hearing this, Lance's brows knitted tightly together, a flash of anger sparking in his dark eyes. "If you don't take your hand off me, I'll start shouting," Addison warned."Let's see what everyone thinks when they see the great Lance Johnston, CEO president of the Johnston Enterprise, harassing a woman." Lance's face darkened. He let go. The moment she was free, Addison quickly put as much distance between herself and him as possible. She could feel the crowd around her pressing closer, the jostling becoming more chaotic. Without hesitation, she maneuvered her way out, escaping from the dangerous throng. Most importantly, she had to get away from that man. After navigating through the dense crowd, she finally made it out. When she looked back, she saw Lance still standing there, frowning as he watched her. His dark eyes held a complicated expression, one she couldn't quite decipher. Addison ignored his gaze. Since she couldn't get close to Leon's area, she could only return to her own station. Pulling out a chair, she sat down. But it was obvious that everyone had come for the famous Leon of the Su family from Norradel. No one was even sparing her a glance, much less approaching her for a consultation. Addison sighed deeply. Feeling bored, she was about to take out her phone when she sensed someone staring at her. Addison looked up. It was Lance—again. From a distance, she locked eyes with the man. Earlier, when they were close, she hadn't paid much attention to his appearance. But now, from farther away, she took a better look. The man was dressed in a white shirt paired with a casual black suit. The fabric of his clothing had a soft, comfortable texture that perfectly balanced out his otherwise sharp and distant aura. Below, his long, straight legs complete the picture. Addison pursed her lips. With Lance's refined and aristocratic air, he stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd. Upon noticing her gaze, the man, for an unknown reason, averted his eyes, his expression unreadable. Lance straightened his posture and stood in line again, his back perfectly straight. Was he waiting in line? To see Leon? Addison frowned. That didn't make sense. The Johnston family had access to private doctors at any number of elite hospitals in the country. There was no need for him to come all the way here to see Leon. Besides, just by looking at him, he didn't seem like someone who was sick. Addison furrowed her brows further. Lance wasn't just cold and distant—he was also inherently proud. Could he control his frustration and patiently stand in line amidst such a boisterous group? That was something she rarely, if ever, expected to see. Addison's gaze drifted to the end of the long queue. Even if Lance remained until nightfall, the sheer number of people waiting made it unlikely he would get to see Leon. It was pointless. But whether he made it to the front or not had nothing to do with her. Addison arched a brow and lowered her head, focusing on her own matters. She had no intention of concerning herself with Lance any further. Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a notification. Addison glanced down at it—it was from Ryan. "How's the consultation event going?" "Not great," Addison replied flatly, her expression indifferent. Ryan, staring at the message on his phone, suddenly felt uneasy. Was the doctor unhappy with how the event was organized? Nervously, he wiped the sweat from his palms and carefully typed a response. "Doctor, is there something I didn't do well? I'll make sure to fix it!" His message was followed by several crying emojis. Addison looked at the string of crying emojis and couldn't help but picture Ryan's pitiful, aggrieved face. A smile tugged at her lips. When Addison didn't reply, Ryan grew even more anxious. "This is my first time organizing such a large-scale consultation event. Please tell me if there are any problems. I'll fix them immediately—just please don't be upset. "Please don't ignore me. I'll make it right, I swear." One message after another popped up on her screen. Addison decided she couldn't keep teasing him anymore. "I was joking," she typed back. "You've done an excellent job organizing this event. I haven't even had a chance to properly thank you, yet here you are apologizing nonstop. "But honestly, there are just way too many people here. It's so crowded that it's impossible to move. Leon probably won't even get a chance to eat lunch today~" Seeing this response, Ryan finally relaxed. "I'll get someone to send food to Leon right away. There's no way I'll let him skip a meal!" "My chief himself will make sure Leon gets a meal that's absolutely delicious and satisfying." The next message was a dog-themed emoji with a confident and smug expression, unexpectedly adorable. Addison chuckled. Her smile deepened, spreading across her face and reaching the corners of her eyes. This small, quiet moment didn't escape Lance's notice. He turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on her. She was sitting under the sunlight, a few golden rays falling on her loose strands of hair, creating a soft, iridescent shimmer. The gentle smile on her face, the elegant, unhurried air about her, and the background hum of the bustling crowd—all of it came together perfectly. And with her white coat, she looked just like an angel who had descended into the mortal world. Lance blinked uncomfortably, his body growing stiff. His back straightened even more as if trying to conceal his reaction."Boss, is something wrong?" Isaac had sharp instincts and immediately noticed that something was off. He quickly asked, "Are you feeling unwell? Have you been standing too long? Do you need to rest for a bit? "Should I take your place in line?" Lance snapped out of his thoughts, hastily masking his discomfort. His expression quickly reverted to its usual cold and distant demeanor. "No need," he replied curtly. Everything seemed perfect in that moment. Except for one thing. The warmth in her eyes, the soft smile on her lips—it wasn't meant for him.