Had someone intentionally locked the door? Addison frowned, sensing that something was wrong. She bit her lip and quickly began searching for her phone. Her grandfather was about to make his entrance, and the only reason she had agreed to attend this meeting today was to see him, so it was crucial that she got to the venue immediately. Addison knitted her brows, lowering her head to look for her phone. She searched through her bag but couldn't find it. A wave of discomfort swept over her. She moved faster, flipping her handbag upside down and even dumping the woolen blanket onto the table, but still couldn't find her phone. Where could it be? Where had she placed it? Addison was confused. She clearly remembered putting it in her bag. Could someone have taken it? Could it be that someone not only stole her phone but also locked the dressing room door to keep her from contacting anyone and trap her here? Addison felt a little frustrated. The person capable of doing something like this ... The first name that came to her mind was Virginia. Virginia was always trying to find ways to push her out of Mrs. Johnston's position. It was very possible she was behind this. But that thought didn't linger long as she shook her head, dismissing it. This time, there was someone more obvious. That person was Georgina. She had willingly entered this dressing room and even offered to help her change clothes. And Georgina had acted like she was in a hurry to leave, looking guilty as if she had done something wrong.It was highly likely that she was responsible. But how could her phone be gone? She distinctly remembered placing it beside her. Could Georgina have taken it while she wasn't paying attention? Addison pressed her forehead, feeling uncertain about what to do next. Georgina could do anything to her. But why did she have to pick this moment? Addison hadn't seen her grandfather in three years. She had finally gathered the courage to meet him, only to be blocked by Georgina. She felt a surge of frustration inside her. This person really knew how to choose the perfect timing. Not too soon, not too late, but exactly at this moment. After sitting for a couple of minutes, anxiety started to build up, so she stood up and walked over to the dressing room door. She took a deep breath and decided to give it another try. She placed her hands on the marble door and knocked firmly, hoping to make a sound. "Is anyone there? Can you hear me? "Is anyone there? I need help ... " Addison tried to raise her voice. The sound echoed, traveling from a distance and carrying a slight reverberation. But no one responded. ... On the other side, inside the pavilion. This was the lounge set aside by the organizer for "Divine Healer." Matthew sat in a rocking chair made of special rattan, holding a fan in one hand and a teacup in the other. His entire body gently swayed with the breeze, feeling incredibly relaxed. Beside him was a freshly lit piece of high-quality agarwood, releasing a soothing and fragrant aroma.However, he didn't seem particularly pleased with the scent. He raised his hand and called to the waiter nearby, "You, come here." The waiter glanced over, unsure if the elderly man was addressing him. "What are you staring at? I'm calling you. Come over ... " The waiter quickly approached. A moment ago, the boss had emphasized several times that he had to take special care of this VIP guest, with no room for errors. Every request from this guest must be fulfilled. "What can I assist you with?" Matthew quickly noticed that the young man in front of him seemed uneasy. His hand was trembling behind his back as he spoke. He stroked his beard and chuckled. "Don't worry, young man, there's no need to be nervous." "I ... I'm not nervous." The waiter nervously scratched his head, trying to calm himself. Despite his words, his voice was shaky, and he was struggling to speak properly. "Alright ... You're not nervous." Matthew kept smiling warmly. "Head over to the stone at the front and gather some White Tasselroot for me," he said, raising the fan in his hand and speaking slowly. Fresh White Tasselroot helps clear the air of any unpleasant odors. "White Tasselroot?" The waiter started walking toward the stone he had pointed to. Although he wasn't familiar with herbs, he had to act like he knew exactly what he was doing. The waiter crouched down and began looking carefully for the White Tasselroot. The VIP had mentioned the herb was White Tasselroot, so it must be white, right? With that thought, he pushed through the surrounding grass, hoping to spot a trace of white. But all he could see was the dark soil or the green grass, with no sign of white at all. This made him feel uneasy. No white. How could he possibly find the White Tasselroot?But he didn't dare ask Matthew again, so he kept searching through the grass, holding his head high. Even though it was winter, the pressure was making sweat bead on his forehead. Matthew remained lying in the chair, waiting patiently for the waiter to return with White Tasselroot, but after a long time, the waiter still hadn't appeared. The wait seemed to drag on too long, causing him to feel a little drowsy. He set his teacup down, squinted his eyes, and gradually dozed off with his eyes closed. After a while, maybe it had been half an hour, or possibly an hour. Matthew couldn't tolerate the strange smell any longer. The odor was odd and made him feel like it was of poor quality. He had never encountered such a cheap scent before. The smell was everywhere, forcing him to wake up from his nap. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him. The middle-aged man had an average build, a shiny face, and a slightly plump appearance, resembling an ordinary person. However, his clothes were extremely extravagant, making it clear that he was no ordinary individual. "Mr. Matthew ... are you awake?" As soon as Matthew opened his eyes and attempted to sit up, Tobias quickly rushed to assist him. "Mm," Matthew replied with a soft tone, clearly still groggy from his nap and not fully awake. Tobias gently helped him into a seated position. Once Matthew was comfortably settled, he hesitated before speaking. "Well ... I couldn't find the Greenhill ornitongue you enjoy anywhere in Preigh. "I'm really sorry, but I can only offer these lower-grade teas." Tobias Berg was the organizer of the Medical Symposium and the leader overseeing the event, responsible for hosting various VIPs. It had been a challenge to invite the legendary Divine Healer to the symposium, and Tobias was filled with excitement.After all, Divine Healer's presence meant that invitations to the meeting would be highly sought after, and as the host, he stood to make a significant profit. Now, with the legendary doctor standing before him, Tobias' heart was racing. The opportunity was right in front of him, and he needed to provide the best food and drinks. Tobias had asked his workers to prepare the Greenhill ornitongue tea earlier, but they were so slow and ineffective that it wasn't until today they admitted they couldn't find it at all. "I'm so sorry ... " Tobias muttered, rubbing his hands and feeling regretful. He had earned a fortune, but his "money tree" never even got a sip of Greenhill ornitongue, it seemed a bit unjust. Matthew wasn't bothered by it. "It's fine. I'm the only one who has the Greenhill ornitongue. It can't be found anywhere else." Since he liked the tea so much, he ended up keeping it all for himself without meaning to. "You're the only one have it?" Tobias asked, a bit skeptical, his voice filled with confusion. "I recall seeing this tea in Halton last time ... "