With a performance like that, there was no way she'd be the one sending him home. The waitress explained, "Our manager just told us to take extra care of the guests in this private room. We can't let anyone stay here overnight. "Otherwise, it would be seen as neglect." Addison raised an eyebrow and reassured her, "It's really not a big deal to him." But the waitress remained firm, blocking her way and refusing to let her leave things as they were. Left with no better option, she quickly thought of another plan. "How about this? I'll write down an address. Your restaurant can send him there," she suggested. "That works! Thank you so much!" The waitress, looking relieved, eagerly grabbed a pen and paper. Addison took the pen and wrote an address down. "Here, just send him to this place," she instructed. "Understood! Thanks again!"The waitress gave a deep, formal bow. "There's no need to be so polite." Addison handed the pen back and said with a small smile, helping her straighten up before heading out. As she pushed open the restaurant doors, the night had already settled in. The sky was dark, with only a few scattered stars flickering above. She stood by the car, looking up at the sky for a long time, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. Lance had mentioned there were suspicions surrounding Harvey's accident. His investigation was still ongoing. Did that mean there was a chance Harvey was still alive? The thought sent a rush of warmth through her, as if she was waking up from a long, cold dream. She stood motionless for a moment, pressing her lips together as she pondered. After a brief pause, she finally slid into the driver's seat. Just as she was about to turn the key, a sudden voice called out from behind. This time, it wasn't the waitress—it was a man."Miss, please wait!" The urgent tone was followed by the sound of hurried footsteps approaching. Addison lifted her gaze and saw the older male manager from earlier rushing toward her. Her brows instinctively knitted together. Despite her hesitation, she refrained from starting the car. Out of politeness, she let go of the door handle and pushed the door fully closed again. "Miss, it's about the address you gave us." "What's wrong with it?" she asked, her voice calm but slightly impatient. Lowering her eyes, she glanced at the paper in her hand. It was indeed the Johnston Residence's address, there was no mistake. "The address is correct. You can check it using navigation if you're unsure," she stated firmly. The manager quickly dabbed the perspiration from his brow and put on a strained smile after hearing those words. Naturally, he was aware that the location was accurate. However, this particular place ... He took a quiet, deep breath before hesitantly muttering, "That's exactly why ... there's an issue. "The address written here ... Isn't it the Johnston Residence in Halton?" the manager carefully inquired. "Yeah, it is," Addison confirmed with a slight nod. The man's complexion drained, his fear evident. Seeing the unease on the manager's face, suspicion crept into her mind. "What's wrong with Johnston Residence?" The manager kept dabbing at his forehead, his voice uneasy. "There's nothing wrong with Johnston Residence. "It's just that ... " He trailed off, struggling to find the right words. After a moment, he could only whisper, "That's the Johnston Residence!" Addison still couldn't grasp the problem. She tilted her head slightly and asked, "What are you trying to say?"