I couldn't get rid of him before he married Virginia? Addison's hand quivered when she heard this, and she looked up at Lance with a cold stare. Her earlier composure vanished, leaving only fury in its place. He sure has a wandering eye! He really thinks highly of himself. "You're despicable," Addison coldly scolded. However, Lance merely grinned upon hearing this, showing no sign of anger. He swallowed, then murmured the word again, his voice laced with a teasing tone, "Despicable?" Addison narrowed her eyes at him. "What? Did I say anything wrong?" She didn't bother to fully open her eyes to look at him, only glancing through narrowed lids. Every time she saw his face, it reminded her of Harvey. From his forehead and eyes to his nose and mouth, they looked almost identical. On top of that, Addison was a bit tipsy, her vision slightly blurred, making the man before her seem no different from Harvey. It felt as though Harvey himself was standing right there. But the face that once filled her dreams now only filled her with disgust. Lance didn't deserve it. How could he speak such words with Harvey's face? Harvey would never act this way, much less speak like that. "You're vile and shameless," she stated coldly, her tone sharp and firm. Her eyes were filled with unmistakable disgust, so strong it was impossible to miss. Lance pressed his lips together, staring intently at her. "Vile and shameless?" he repeated, sounding unbothered. "Well, okay, if that's what you think."It was clear he didn't care about being labeled that way. Lance could easily sense the woman's disgust and even a flicker of anger. Yet, the more upset she became, the more at ease he felt. Since Addison left the Johnstons, she always wore a cold and distant expression whenever she saw him. Her entire demeanor was indifferent and calm, as if nothing in the world could stir even the slightest ripple of emotion within her. She appeared almost godlike, untouched by anything around her. It was as though leaving the Johnstons meant nothing to her, like it had no significance at all. This deeply frustrated Lance. When someone feels nothing for a person or situation, their emotions remain completely still. No love, no hate. Her current demeanor finally made her seem more like a real person to him. Her anger meant she still held some feelings toward the Johnstons; it wasn't meaningless to her. If she wanted to be furious, he would let her. If she despised him, he would accept it without complaint. Anything was better than her cold detachment. "You!" Addison glared at him, frustrated by his shamelessness, and took a deep breath. "Let me go!" Looking at a face so similar to Harvey's yet hearing such different words, Addison felt a swirl of complicated emotions within her. Same faces, same family; how could two people be so completely different? How was he nothing like Harvey? If Harvey hadn't told her himself, she would've never believed they were brothers. Lance still refused to release her. "You haven't answered me yet. "Do you understand what I just said?" He stared at Addison with a smug expression, the smirk on his lips lingering.It was clear that he was in a great mood. Addison noticed his shameless expression and let out a cold laugh. Even the rabbit will fight back when cornered. Unwilling to waste another second with Lance, she raised her foot and forcefully brought it down on his black leather shoes. She wore thin, two-inch-high heels. With a precise and powerful stomp on his foot, the pain he felt was undeniable. Lance grunted. The sharp pain in his foot made him speak up in a low voice, "What do you think you're doing?" "What does it look like?" Addison replied coldly. Noticing that Lance hadn't moved, she didn't hesitate and quickly raised her foot to stomp on his foot again. Since he hadn't let go yet, it must mean she hadn't stomped hard enough before. This time, she put even more strength into it, hoping to see if he would finally back off. The earlier pain was still fresh in his mind, and as he saw her foot rise once more, Lance instinctively pulled his leg away. "Addison, are you really going this far?" As he spoke, he took a small step back. It appeared the pain had taken its toll. The man's grip, which had been firmly holding her hand, gradually loosened and his hand hovered in the air before slowly dropping. Addison wasn't sure if it was just her perception, but the way he released her hand seemed incredibly slow, as if time itself had stretched. His movements gave the impression that he was holding something delicate, something he was reluctant to release. He even hesitated before letting go. Without hesitation, Addison lifted her hand and shook off his grip. She didn't even spare him a glance, avoiding him as if he were a disease, quickly stepping away from the scene. "Addison ... " Lance called her name from behind. She didn't pay him any attention, continuing to walk without breaking her stride. But before she could take even half a step, she collided with someone. She had no time to stop herself, and due to the force of her movement, she fell straight into the person ahead of her. As a result, the wine in the person's hand splashed all at once. The dark-colored dress was instantly drenched, with large wine stains soaking the chest, and dark red liquid flowed from the skirt, dripping down the seams. The glass, meeting resistance, hit the wall and bounced back to the ground, shattering into several pieces with a sharp sound. "Oh, I'm sorry!" Georgina quickly apologized, flustered. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ... " Georgina had been so focused on catching the affair, and with the area being so dim, she hadn't noticed anyone was in her path. How could she be so careless and crash into someone like that? Her face was full of regret as she repeatedly apologized, saying, "I'm so sorry. I'll help you find something to change into ... " "No need," Addison replied curtly, her tone far from friendly. It was clear she couldn't keep her irritation in check. After being tangled up with Lance for so long, she was now covered in wine the moment she stepped out. And to make things worse, the glass shards had cut her hand, causing blood to seep from her delicate skin. In this kind of situation, no one could keep their cool. "You're bleeding!" Lance hurried over, a trace of concern flickering in his eyes. He caught up just in time to see several cuts on the back of her hand, with blood mixing with the spilled wine and flowing out steadily.Adding to that was the redness on her wrist from where he had just gripped it tightly. The combination of the two was quite alarming. A pang of guilt flashed through Lance's mind. Had I been too rough earlier? The redness on her wrist looked worse than he'd thought. Meanwhile, Georgina instinctively narrowed her eyes and glanced at the man behind her. She hadn't planned to look, but when she did, she was taken aback. He's Lance? If it was really Lance, then ... She quickly turned her head to look at the woman who had been splashed with wine. As expected, it was Addison!