"Find Addy for me, no matter the cost!" Matthew's voice was firm and commanding, leaving no room for debate. The once gentle and polite elderly man now radiated a completely different presence, almost unrecognizable. Though his expression wasn't angry, there was a certain authority about him that made everyone feel a heavy sense of pressure. Indeed, everyone in the room was stunned. Even Tobias, standing beside him, was so taken aback that his mouth hung open, eyes wide with shock. Matthew had spent years in Herbs Valley, immersing himself in the study of herbs, which led those around him to see him as a calm, gentle figure. But they had forgotten that Matthew was once a legendary figure in his youth, a presence so powerful it had shaken all of Kreshill. Leon was briefly taken aback but quickly composed himself. He took a deep breath and responded with determination, "We must find Addy! "Even if we have to disrupt this symposium, we will find our Addy." At this moment, etiquette and formalities no longer mattered. Finding Addison was the only thing that truly mattered; everything else could wait. He had been the one who persuaded Addison to attend this event, and if anything happened to her, the Daves would hold him responsible. No one in the family would forgive him. And he would never be able to forgive himself either. Leon started moving forward with purpose, prepared to act without delay. Tobias froze for a moment before snapping back to reality and calling out, "Wait—" If he wasn't mistaken, wasn't he supposed to be the host of this symposium, not the Daves? Why did it suddenly feel like the two standing before him were the ones in charge and footing the bill for the event? They claimed they would handle the search, but where did that leave him? Where did they leave the host in all this? Tobias cut Leon off mid-step, his tone carrying a hint of urgency. Leon turned to him with a glance and asked, "Does Mr. Berg have something to add?" His eyes didn't reveal much emotion, but his somber mood was unmistakable. At this moment, Leon carried an air that was undeniably intimidating. Tobias suddenly found himself at a loss for words, his voice catching in his throat. "I ... I ... " "What is it?" Leon asked, his patience wearing thin as he watched Tobias falter. Irritated, he added, "Does Mr. Berg also plan to send someone to join us in the search?" Of course not ... Tobias silently mulled over the thought but didn't dare voice it. But if he remained silent, Leon would undoubtedly interpret it as agreement. Leaning on one hand, Leon narrowed his eyes, quietly gauging the size of the symposium venue. As he calculated, he also considered the manpower required for a thorough search. Once he finished his mental assessment, he said, "That said, I believe the symposium area is manageable by the Daves, so we won't need an excessive number of people. Mr. Berg, about 15 of your staff will suffice." Leon kept speaking, and Tobias' anxiety grew with every passing second. If he didn't cut him off now, he might lose the opportunity entirely. Summoning his resolve, Tobias finally interrupted, shaking his head slightly. "No ... "Could you wait until the symposium concludes before starting the search?" he asked cautiously, his tone deliberately restrained. If the Daves wanted to search for someone, they certainly had the right. Usually, even without the Daves requesting his assistance, he would eagerly step in to offer help. After all, it was a golden chance to earn the goodwill of the Daves—The goodwill of Kreshill's leading pharmaceutical family—an opportunity both rare and highly prized. Indeed, such an opportunity was invaluable. But right now, the timing was completely off! He had invested a fortune in this symposium, nearly half of his life savings. If the Daves conducted such an overt search today, would the event even proceed? Wouldn't all his efforts and money be wasted? A return to financial ruin after decades of hard work. He couldn't allow the Daves to derail everything like this. "Absolutely not," Leon rejected firmly, without a second thought. Nothing could stand in the way of him finding Addison now. As he voiced his unwavering refusal, he had already issued orders to many of the Daves' personnel. In no time, a significant number of people would arrive at the symposium venue to secure and seal off the area. "You, take a team to the entrance and make sure every access point is tightly monitored," he commanded. "Understood!" The bodyguard at Leon's side acknowledged the order and stepped away. "Wait—don't block everything off!" Tobias called out, raising a hand in protest. Caught between two fires, Tobias felt trapped. He couldn't afford to anger the Daves, but at the same time, the symposium was packed with Kreshill's noble families, none of whom were easily crossed. If both sides were untouchable, he reasoned grimly, it was better to offend one than to face the wrath of them all. Tobias grasped the gravity of the situation. Leon turned to him with a raised eyebrow, his voice cool. "Don't want to block it? "Are you refusing to cooperate?" His smile was a wolf's grin, the kind that made Tobias feel the sharpness beneath it, even as it appeared friendly. The courage Tobias had gathered evaporated instantly, leaving him with no choice but to shrug and force a strained smile. "The symposium must go on. With so many guests here, we can't just conduct a search without reason ... It wouldn't look right," he said, trying to justify himself. "And with so many Kreshill nobles ... " Tobias tried to continue, but Leon cut him off. His gaze was cold and unreadable. "Is Mr. Berg still concerned about going ahead with the symposium?" Tobias blinked, clearly taken aback. "Ah ... yes ... " Leon gave a small smile, shaking his head. "If we don't find Addy today, there won't be any symposium. Do you think Mr. Matthew will continue to the front hall if we can't locate the person we're searching for?" Tobias' eyes widened in realization. "What do you mean?" Tobias immediately turned to search for Matthew, only to realize he was gone. Where could he have gone? He was just here a moment ago—how could he vanish so quickly? Unable to believe it, Tobias scanned the area once more, but Matthew was nowhere to be found. "Stop looking," Leon said, his voice calm. "He is no longer here." "Where did the Divine Healer go?" Tobias asked, his voice filled with surprise. The time for the Divine Healer's appearance, as stated on the invitation, had already passed ... so how could he be missing? What was he supposed to tell the many guests waiting outside? Leon shook his head, a touch of regret in his eyes. "Do you think he has left?" He then added, with a hint of irony, "Since Mr. Berg isn't going to help, he'll surely have to go and search himself ... " Tobias froze, shocked by the statement. The Divine Healer skipped the symposium just to search for her? As he was still processing the shock, a voice drifted into his ears—light and airy, yet tinged with a subtle warning. "You have no power, no influence, and no reputation. Why would Mr. Matthew accept your invitation? "So many others have been eager to invite him. Why would he choose you?" Tobias furrowed his brows. Could it be that the reason the Divine Healer came to this symposium today ... was because of this missing girl named Addy? Tobias' eyes widened in disbelief as he absorbed Leon's words. "Is it because of Addy?" Leon raised an eyebrow, his expression one of quiet approval. "You're quick to catch on." Tobias was taken aback. Who was Addy, that the Daves would treat her with such favor? Even the reclusive Divine Healer was willing to come out of retirement for her? Leon's voice was serious, almost foreboding. "If she's not found today, not only will your symposium be a failure, but the Preigh will never be in peace." He knew his father better than anyone. If Addison wasn't found, Preigh would undoubtedly be thrown into chaos.