Addison's tone was resolute. "I'll give it a shot." Lewis eyed her with skepticism. "You might know your stuff when it comes to drugs, but this one's tricky. Even Dr. Dennis couldn't figure it out. What makes you think you can?" Addison offered a slight smile. "How will we know unless we try?" One of the researchers nearby muttered under his breath, eager to see what would happen next. "Let her try, I guess." Lewis reluctantly stepped aside, his doubt apparent in his expression. Addison moved with confidence, gathering the necessary materials from the table. As she began the delicate work of preparing the drug, the researchers exchanged glances, their disdain barely concealed as they watched her precise actions. Time passed, and soon they were at the final stage. The moment Addison added the last ingredient, a clear transformation took place in the petri dish. She carefully removed the microscope lens and declared, "It's ready." Lewis scoffed, his tone dripping with disbelief. "That's it? Are you kidding? You've got the proportions completely wrong—this is going to be a disaster." Addison didn't respond much. She simply grabbed a white mouse, injected the drug, and said, "We'll wait for the data from the mouse." Lewis had hoped for the best, but the glaring mistakes in the proportions confirmed his doubts. He walked away, dismissing her with a wave. "You can go now. It's fine to dream, but let's keep them realistic." Addison didn't flinch. She offered a faint, indifferent smile and pulled out her phone. As the drug began to react, she glanced at the messages Marilyn had sent her. After three years of caring for Marilyn, Addison had come to see her as a mother figure. Still, she knew this situation couldn't last forever, no matter how much Marilyn meant to her. After reading through the messages, Addison typed a short message to Lance. "When are you signing the papers?" She hit send and slipped the phone back into her pocket, then stood quietly, watching the drug's reaction. The other researchers ignored her, immersed in their own work. An hour passed before Addison gently placed the mouse in an observation cage, recording all the data meticulously. She walked over to Lewis, handing him the data sheet. "Take a look."Lewis sneered. "You're still pushing this? The proportions are wrong, and no matter how much you try, it won't work." He glanced at the sheet, then stopped, eyes widening as he did a double take. Something doesn't add up. Could it be ... ? Rushing to the cage, he analyzed the data with a growing sense of disbelief. "The tumor ... it absorbed everything?" Turning to Addison, his voice was full of amazement. "You actually did it?!" The other researchers quickly gathered around, their curiosity piqued. "She succeeded?!" They crowded around, reading the data with astonished expressions. Addison remained composed. "The proportions you used were way off. But if you added a few more herbal ingredients, the results could be even better." Lewis, remembering how he had mocked her just moments before for her mistakes, stammered, "Wh-who are you?" This drug stumped Dr. Dennis, yet this woman walked in, spotted the error in the proportions, and created a semi-finished product that worked far better than anyone expected. It's nearly ready for the market with just a little refining. Who is she? With skills like that, she has to be someone special. "Just call me Nancy," she replied with a calm smile. She couldn't reveal her true identity, so Nancy it was—a name that had personal meaning, one Harvey used to call her in the lab as a joke, tied to memories of that place. "Nancy ... " Lewis repeated, still stunned. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I didn't know who you were. Please don't take it personally." "It's fine," Addison answered quietly. With her task complete, she gathered her bag and walked out without another word, leaving the researchers speechless in her wake. Lewis watched her leave, a sudden thought crossing his mind. He quickly grabbed his phone and took a photo of Addison walking away. He uploaded the picture to a niche pharmaceutical forum with a caption."Spotted an expert today at Raven! This researcher just casually solved a problem that's been stumping the company for days! Her drug development skills are unheard of! Didn't get her contact info, but I managed to snap a pic. Anyone know her?" Lewis had a solid following in the research community, and his posts usually drew attention. The post quickly went viral, and comments flooded in. "Did she reveal her name?" Lewis replied, "She said her name was Nancy," followed by a shrug emoji. People immediately suspected that she was hiding her true identity. "Nancy? Good luck finding her," one user joked. Lewis sighed in frustration, scrolling through more comments, but none offered useful leads. He eventually shoved his phone into his pocket. Just as he was about to give up, a new comment appeared. "I heard that the Levosulin drug, which Raven is rumored to have authorized to Johnston Enterprise, was developed by someone named Nancy." Meanwhile, Lance sat in his office, calmly flipping through papers. But inside, a sense of unease churned within him. He was experiencing this because he found the matter regarding the authorization hard to resolve. He always felt this way when things went out of his control. He hated that feeling. It reminded him of when Addison had accepted the divorce so calmly. His expression darkened at the thought, and he almost sneered. Just then, his phone buzzed. Irritated, he tapped the screen, already on edge. It was a message from Addison. Seeing her name, he tossed the phone aside in disgust. His cold eyes narrowed. Why can't she just move on? I thought she let go when she walked out that day, but here she is again, clinging to someone who doesn't love her. Before he could think more, a sharp knock interrupted his thoughts. "Come in," he called, his voice cold.Mike burst through the door, almost running. "There might be progress on the authorization!" Lance's interest was piqued, and he sat up straighter. "Explain." Could there actually be a breakthrough? Mike pulled out his phone and showed a screenshot. "Look at this post from the medical forum. Check out the comments." Lance grabbed the phone, his expression darkening as he read. After a long pause, he muttered, "Nancy ... ?" "Is this information reliable?" "It's absolutely reliable. I had a friend track it for me. If you don't trust it, we can trace her IP and ask her directly." Lance leaned back, his fingers tapping on the desk as he thought, his mind racing.