"I have a feeling that this medical symposium is going to attract a lot of people," Mike said. "So the invitations are going to be tough to get." Lance listened as his fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk. The look on his face shifted from initial excitement to serious contemplation. The atmosphere in the room tightened, the tension palpable. Mike sighed and said, "I had tried to help you get one, but there's no chance. "The organizers are holding tight to those invitations. It's clear that some big shots from Kreshill have already reserved theirs," he added. "So my advice is, if you can get the invitation before the majority of people find out about it, your chances are better." Mike's tone was earnest. Lance removed his fingers from the desk. "Okay." Hearing the somber tone on the other end of the line, Mike quickly reassured him. "It'll be fine. Your grandpa will be alright." Then, seemingly recalling something, he continued, "Even if we didn't receive the invitation to the Medical Symposium, it doesn't mean the end. There'll be other opportunities." "Hmm." Lance's response was simple, his tone unreadable. "I'll come see Mr. Steve once I finish with my case." "Alright, I'll wait for you." Lance's expression softened just slightly, and a small, forced smile tugged at his lips. But deep down, Lance feared that if Steven didn't seize this opportunity, he wouldn't last much longer. The call ended. Lance picked up the piece of paper again, studying it carefully. Then, he called for Isaac. Isaac stood at the door, hearing his boss's command. Without hesitation, he pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Mr. Johnston, what is it?" Lance looked up, handing him the paper. "The Medical Symposium in Preigh. Keep an eye out for any invitations on the market. "No matter the cost, get it." Isaac nodded immediately. "Don't worry, Mr. Johnston. I'll do everything I can," he promised before leaving with the paper in hand. Lance sat back down at his desk, picking up a pen to review some contracts. But despite his focus on the paperwork, his mind kept drifting back to the Medical Symposium. He understood how crucial this opportunity was. After forcing himself to read a few more contracts, Lance pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to relax his tense facial muscles. He then stretched his shoulders slightly, looking both exhausted and frustrated. The more he thought about it, the more he realized that finding an invitation himself might be the only reliable option. "Isaac." Isaac rushed back into the office. "Mr. Johnston, I'm here. What do you need?" Lance grabbed his suit jacket from the back of the chair. "Get the car ready. I'm going to get the invitation myself." "Got it." Isaac nodded quickly, relieved that he didn't have to handle this on his own, knowing he'd be in trouble if things went wrong. Lance walked into the elevator with a stoic expression, Isaac following closely behind. They coincidentally missed out on Virginia, who was there to bring Lance's lunch. She was in a wheelchair, holding a lunchbox, as she nervously knocked on the door of the CEO's office. After she knocked three times, there was no response. "Ms. Dolton, Mr. Johnston just left," the secretary said, hurrying to greet her."He left?" Virginia's gaze briefly showed a flicker of disappointment. She knew it wouldn't be easy to break down the wall Lance had put up between them. Her plan was to start fresh and win him over. Even if he was irritated at seeing her, he wouldn't be able to be harsh with her when she was sitting in a wheelchair, looking so vulnerable. But that wasn't her main reason for being there. She had come to use Lance's influence to teach Samuel and his group a lesson. Virginia looked down at her bandaged leg, feeling the sting of the blood she'd lost—not a drop should go to waste. "Ms. Dolton, would you like to wait for Mr. Johnston over there? Or should I call him and let him know you're here?" "No, no," Virginia waved her hand. "I'll wait here. No need to call him." "Alright, please make yourself comfortable." The secretary handed Virginia a cup of tea and gently wheeled her over to the waiting area. She ended up waiting there until evening. When Lance finally returned to his office, he wasn't the warm and welcoming man she'd hoped to see. Instead, his face was clouded with anger. "Lance," Virginia waved as she saw him, her fair face breaking into a sweet smile. She didn't finish her greeting. The reason was simple—his expression was so stern that she held her tongue. Lance walked into his office with a grim face, the cold aura around him so intense that no one dared to get too close. Isaac followed, keeping a respectful distance behind. Perhaps it was because Lance was in such a bad mood, but he walked past Virginia without even glancing her way. He didn't hear her calling out either.Isaac didn't notice Virginia sitting nearby until he followed him in. "Isaac, come here." Virginia winked at him. Isaac cast a quick glance at her. What's she doing here again? Didn't boss leave her on the street the last time? He felt confused and didn't really want to approach her. But seeing Lance's cold back, he trembled slightly and figured it was better to deal with Virginia than face the boss's anger. Isaac walked over to her and asked, "Ms. Dolton, what brings you here?" "What's wrong with Lance? Why does he look so upset?" Isaac lowered his head. He hesitated, wondering whether or not to speak, but today, his frustration had built up so much that he couldn't hold it in any longer. Maybe he just needed to vent, so he began to explain. "Mr. Johnston wanted an invitation to the Medical Symposium. He met with the event organizers today. "He even prepared a contract worth over a hundred billion for them, all to secure that invitation. "It was a hundred billion-dollar contract. Mr. Johnston really showed his sincerity." Virginia's eyes widened in surprise. A hundred billion? "Who would've thought that the Jordan Group swooped in and cut us off? Not only did we lose that hundred billion-dollar contract, but we didn't get the invitation either." Isaac spoke as if recalling the event, his face twisted in deep regret. "Lost a hundred billion?" Virginia blinked, stunned. Hearing such a staggering number made her feel uneasy. "All of that just for a medical symposium invitation?" Isaac nodded."If it weren't for the underhanded tactics of the Jordan Group, we would have the invitation by now!" "The Jordan Group?" Virginia's eyelashes fluttered. "You mean Troy?" "Yes! That's him." Isaac's voice was full of emotion. He was about to continue when his boss's voice echoed from the office. Quickly, he stopped talking and rushed into the office, leaving Virginia standing there, stunned.