Virginia's makeup-free face appeared delicate and serene, her watery eyes adding to her captivating charm. She wore an expression that seemed ready to pour out grievances. She was shocked to see Addison at the door. Her expression of pitiful fragility was swiftly replaced by one of resentment and severity. "You—you—what are you doing here?!" Virginia stammered as her fingers curled tightly, unconsciously gripping the hem of her skirt. "Why am I here?" Addison replied, arching an eyebrow. She didn't seem the least bit surprised to find Virginia standing at the door. Considering Virginia's personality, the idea of her staying quietly in the guest room all night was laughable. Of course, she'd find an excuse to come looking for Lance at the earliest opportunity. "Don't you already know? Do you need me to spell it out for you?" Addison's lips curled into a faint smile.At this hour, a man and a woman, alone in a bedroom... anyone with common sense could figure out why Addison was there. It was no mystery—she was spending the night with Lance. Virginia's face turned deathly pale in an instant. ItmusthavebeenMarilyn'sdoing! D*mnMarilyn! HowcouldMarilynarrangeforthislowlywomantoshare a roomwith Lance? Addison didn'tdeserveitatall! Virginia's mind seethed with fury as she gritted her teeth and forced out her words. "Where's Lance? I need to speak with him." Addison didn't reply; she only tilted her head slightly toward the direction of the bathroom. Virginia wasn't stupid. Even without Addison saying anything, it was obvious where Lance was and what he was doing. Without waiting for permission, Virginia marched forward and deliberately bumped Addison's shoulder as she shoved her way through the door. "Ms. Dolton, where do you think you're going?" Addison asked coldly as a dull ache radiated from her shoulder.It was clear that Virginia had used considerable force. Addison's expression darkened. "I'm going to see Lance. I have something to say to him," Virginia replied flatly, her face devoid of any emotion. She seemed entirely unaware of how inappropriate her actions were as she strode deeper into the room, exuding an air of entitlement. The way she carried herself, anyone would think she was the mistress of the house. "Lance is in the shower. Are you planning to barge in there too?" Addison crossed her arms as she watched Virginia's reckless intrusion. Virginia snorted derisively, refusing to stop. "And why shouldn't I? I'll go in if I want to," she declared. Then, as if to flaunt her position, she added smugly, "It's not like there's any part of Lance I haven't seen. Do you know how many times I've seen him shower before?" Her tone was triumphant, like a boxer showing off their winning streak, clearly hoping to make Addison feel intimidated or humiliated. But to her dismay, Addison's face remained calm—completely devoid of the shock or jealousy Virginia had anticipated. Addison's composed expression seemed to suggest that the matter didn't concern her in the slightest. This wasn't the reaction Virginia had expected. Shouldn't Addison bejealousrightnow? Enraged, even? Frustration flared within Virginia. This wasn't the outcome she had hoped for. The only reason she had boasted so brazenly about seeing Lance shower countless times was to deliberately provoke Addison.