"This bed is so basic—it's hardly fit for anyone to sleep on. How could you let Lance sleep here? "Addison doesn't care about you, but I do." Virginia's voice was full of concern as she looked at Lance, her brows furrowed deeply, her eyes full of sympathy. Addison, standing nearby, couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly at Virginia's theatrics. What a joke. Shecalledthatbasic. Sure, the bed had been put together quickly, but it was made from high-quality materials. It might not compare to the king-sized bed in the master bedroom, but it was still more comfortable than most hotel beds. And besides, Lance was young—it was just one night. He wasn't going to die from it. Virginia's drama was completely over the top. Lance was the CEO of Johnston Enterprises, sure, but he wasn't royalty. Anyone unaware might think she was mistreating him. "Addison, you can't do this to him." Virginia straightened her back, speaking firmly. "I know you don't love Lance, but you can't do this to him. "You've going too far!" Addison smirked, ready to argue back, when a knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. At thishour? Whocoulditbe? "Mr. Johnston, it's me," came Lana's voice from outside. "I just went to the guest room to deliver something to Ms. Dolton, but I found she went missing again. "I looked all around and couldn't find her, so I had no choice but to report it to Mrs. Marilyn. "Mrs. Marilyn thinks it might be due to her poor hospitality that Ms. Dolton became upset and didn't want to stay here. Therefore, she's left several times. "Mrs. Marilyn also said that if Ms. Dolton truly doesn't want to stay here, we aren't the type to force anyone to stay. Tomorrow, we can have a bodyguard drive her away." Lana's words were smooth and careful, leaving no gaps. Not only did she explain what had happened with Virginia, but she also revealed the conflict between Marilyn and Virginia from earlier that day. Anyone paying attention could easily understand why Lana was saying all this. Given Marilyn's demeanor, she was the type of person who would never stir up trouble. She was always polite, gentle, and never made things difficult for others. For Marilyn to speak up like this, it was clear that someone had crossed a line. Virginia, listening to this, quietly withdrew her hand from the corner of Lance's shirt. Her face turned completely white. Whywasthatoldhagcomplainingaboutmenow? I'm as good as dead. Virginia's face twisted in anger, wishing she could immediately open the door and silence Lana's words. "Mrs. Marilyn also asked me to inform you about Ms. Dolton's disappearance. "Perhaps you should go look for her." Lana's voice trailed off, waiting for Lance's response. Having spent years in the business world, Lance immediately understood the message behind Lana's words. He narrowed his eyes, his brows drawing into a sharp curve. His stern expression radiated a cold, commanding presence. "Did you have a conflict with my mother?" Virginia felt intimidated by his stare. She quickly shook her head. "I-I didn't." Upon hearing her denial, Lance's face remained expressionless. It was impossible to tell whether he believed her or not.