"Why the hesitation, Mr. Johnston? Have you changed your mind?" Addison raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by Lance's abrupt decision to pull back his hand. Lance shifted his gaze to the window. His voice was calm but distant as he replied, "There's no need." Upon hearing that, Addison paused briefly, letting out a soft sigh before placing her phone back. "This will be your last chance to see it," she remarked in a nonchalant tone. Her words, though casual and refined, carried a teasing edge, revealing her playful yet indifferent demeanor as a privileged heiress. While she had offered Lance her phone, it wasn't a genuine gesture. It was a ploy—a way to nudge him into urging the driver to speed up. In this digital age, her phone contained countless personal items. Handing it over without hesitation would have been reckless. What took her by surprise was Lance's reaction. His earlier anger had been obvious, but when she willingly extended the phone, he simply refused to take it.She realized she didn't understand Lance as well as she thought. Curiosity lingered, but Addison leaned back against the seat, resuming her relaxed posture. They sat in silence, as though nothing unusual had occurred. However, they were already running behind schedule, and Addison grew anxious about delaying to pick up Matthew. She checked her watch briefly before letting her arm rest back down. Lance noticed her subtle movement and promptly addressed the driver. "Speed up. If we're not at the airport ten minutes early, you're done working for the Johnstons." The weight of his words was undeniable, his tone cold and decisive. The driver froze for a moment before snapping to attention. "Yes, Mr. Johnston. I'll get us there." Without hesitation, he pressed down on the accelerator. The sudden surge in speed shoved everyone in the car back into their seats as the vehicle gained momentum.Lance's command had an immediate impact. With just a few words, the pace of the car escalated dramatically. Addison felt a small wave of relief. At this speed, they might not only arrive on time but possibly even 30 minutes ahead of schedule. Outside the window, the scenery blurred into streaks of green. Trees zipped past, their details lost in the car's shadowy reflection. But as the minutes ticked by, Addison became increasingly aware of the growing force pushing her into her seat. Although she had never experienced a racing car, the speed they were traveling at now seemed comparable. That wasn't what she had in mind when she asked the driver to go faster—that was too much. Unable to bear it, Addison turned to look at Lance. To her surprise, his expression remained calm, as though the current speed was completely unremarkable. Then, she remembered—he had experience with racing. Of course, a pace like that wouldn't faze him. Still, Addison couldn't shake her uneasiness. Her hands clenched tightly as a sense of foreboding crept over her. Her fears were realized moments later. The sudden blare of a car horn pierced the air, followed by the blinding flash of headlights. Startled, Addison instinctively raised her hands to shield her eyes from the harsh glare. In the chaos, she heard the driver desperately turning the wheel. The tires screeched against the asphalt as the car veered sharply, pushing its limits at such a dangerous speed.