Lance ended the call? He didn't pick up? What could that mean? Addison blinked in confusion, unable to understand. Has Virginia stopped him from answering? Is it simply that he doesn't want to talk to me? She stared at the screen where the call had abruptly ended and shook her head. I'm just trying to deliver the divorce papers, yet he hung up on me? It's as if he doesn't care. He ended the call without a second thought, while I'm desperately trying to get him to sign the papers! Muttering angrily, she stuffed her phone into her bag, frustration bubbling up inside her. With a heavy sigh, she started her car and drove out of the lab's parking garage. Hold on ... I've also ignored his messages before. No wonder he hung up on me. After a moment of reflection, her anger softened a little. It wasn't as intense now. I'll just go there myself. Arriving at Johnston Enterprise, Addison took a deep breath. She'd been here many times before, but it had always been with Isaac waiting for her at the VIP entrance. She had never entered like an ordinary employee. She wasn't sure of Isaac's private number, and she definitely couldn't use the VIP entrance anymore. Pushing open the glass doors, she stepped inside. The receptionist was absorbed in her work, her head buried in the screen. She barely glanced up before lazily asking, "How can I help you?" Addison smiled politely. "I'm here to see Mr. Johnston." At this, the receptionist finally looked up, taking in the woman standing in front of her. The woman was strikingly beautiful, with an elegant appearance. The receptionist had seen countless pretty faces during her time at Johnston Enterprise, but this one was undoubtedly the most breathtaking. She's here to see Mr. Johnston? The receptionist's expression turned skeptical. What's the point of being beautiful if she's just like all the other women chasing after our CEO? Suppressing a judgmental sigh, the receptionist spoke flatly, "Mr. Johnston isn't someone you can simply meet. Do you have an appointment?"Addison furrowed her brow. She didn't have one. She gave another smile. "I'm sorry, I don't have an appointment. Is there any other way I could see Mr. Johnston?" The receptionist couldn't hide the disdain in her eyes. I've dealt with women like this before—those who think their looks are enough to get Mr. Johnston's attention as if they were some sort of Cinderella waiting for a prince. It's not just attractive women who show up here. Some wealthy women think that their money or beauty can win them a meeting with Mr. Johnston, thinking they can impress him with their status. But the reality? Mr. Johnston never gave them a second glance, and they never even got a glimpse of him. He's a man who's desired by many, but he remains aloof and indifferent. Even if these women somehow managed to meet him, all they'd leave with is a cold, uninterested stare. This woman? Just another one in the long line of hopefuls. "Sorry," the receptionist said with a barely concealed air of superiority, "without an appointment, you can't meet Mr. Johnston. You'll have to come back another day." Addison caught the sarcasm in the receptionist's tone and expression. She realized the woman probably thought she was just another desperate woman after Lance. Receptionists in big companies often developed a sense of superiority over time, looking down on others. Addison could see that clearly. She wasn't in the mood for an argument. That attitude would change eventually—someone would teach the receptionist a lesson, even if it cost her dearly. Without saying a word, Addison dialed Lance's number again. The receptionist raised an eyebrow, her attitude more evident than ever. I've been blunt, yet the woman isn't leaving? She watched with a mix of cold curiosity. The phone rang for a while without being answered, and Addison's face grew tense. With a deep breath, she spoke in a controlled tone, "Could you please let Mr. Johnston know that Addison is here to deliver the divorce papers?" The receptionist's eyebrows shot up. This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. She rolled her eyes internally. Deliver divorce papers? Is she claiming to be Mrs. Johnston?Is she out of her mind? Reluctantly, the receptionist picked up the phone and dialed the CEO's office. Her tone shifted instantly, "Hi, this is the front desk calling. I'd like to speak to Mr. Jackman." When Isaac answered the phone, he heard a woman speaking in a polite tone, "A woman named Addison is here. She says she needs to see Mr. Johnston. Please inform him." Addison stood by patiently as the receptionist made the call. On the other end of the line, Isaac heard Addison's name and his voice grew louder, "Did you say Addison?" I just saw another woman with Mr. Johnston the day before, and now Mrs. Johnston is showing up at the office. Is she here to ... ? Isaac hesitated. He didn't want to act without confirming things with Lance first. He walked over to Lance's office, phone in hand. "Mr. Johnston, there's a call from the front desk. They say a woman named Addison is here. I think she's your wife. Should I let her come up?" Lance's expression darkened when he heard her name, and a flash of disgust crossed his face. By now, she should've known I don't want to speak to her. Why is she still bothering me? Coming here, making a scene? Her persistence only makes me dislike her more. Why can't she get it through her head? She's wasting her time. She thinks that if she just keep pushing, I'll change my mind, but all she is doing was making me hate her more. Suppressing his irritation, Lance grabbed the phone. "Don't let her up. I'm busy. Tell her to leave." The receptionist nodded, understanding perfectly. It was the same outcome as with all the others. "Understood, Mr. Johnston." She hung up the phone, no longer bothering to hide her contempt. She barely glanced at Addison as she spoke, "Sorry, Mr. Johnston says he doesn't know you. Maybe you've got the wrong company. You should try somewhere else." Her eyes were full of scorn. This woman might look polite, even classy, but the receptionist was certain she was just another gold-digger. The receptionist hated women who aimed for men clearly out of their league. She thinks she can just marry rich and not have to work for a living. How shameless. Addison could feel the hostility, but she wasn't in the mood to argue.Lance claims he doesn't know me? Addison snorted inwardly. I came all the way here to deliver the divorce papers, and he actually said that? She didn't want to waste another second. Grabbing her bag, she turned to leave. The receptionist watched her go, the mockery still clear in her gaze. "Addison ... ? What are you doing here?" a voice called out as Addison was about to step out. Addison and the receptionist both turned in unison.