When Lance was shouting at him, Addison unintentionally looked up a few more times. That's when she suddenly realized who the man was. Why was he hiding in the corner like that? The middle-aged man didn't notice Addison watching him. His thoughts were all over the place as he kept his gaze fixed on Clayton Ledford, who was standing nervously in the corner. This Clayton, of all people to offend, why did it have to be Lance Johnston? If someone looks intimidating, just let them be. Why sneak around and keep an eye on him? Did an ordinary person like him think he had the right to keep tabs on someone like the CEO of Johnston Enterprise? With the Johnstons' influence, if they wanted to strike someone, they could do so without hesitation. No one would dare question them, and if needed, they had enough money to handle the consequences. Why did he have to interfere? He had good intentions but ended up making things worse. If Lance Johnston decided to hold a grudge after sobering up, their entire restaurant wouldn't be enough to pay for the trouble they'd caused. "Um ... Miss, about the Johnston Residence ... " The middle-aged man shot a glare at Clayton before turning to her, hesitant to finish his sentence. The Johnstons ruled over this city. A small restaurant like theirs wasn't even worth mentioning. Not to mention how unapproachable the Johnstons were. Just getting near their residence would be a challenge. Rumors said that Steven Johnston, who lived in the Johnston Residence, was even more ruthless than Lance. Lance had been drinking in their restaurant, staying until late at night, and in the end, they had to drive him home completely drunk. The people at the Johnston Residence wouldn't take that lightly. If they got involved, what would happen? Just the thought of heading toward the Johnston Residence so late at night made them uneasy. Especially with Clayton's mistake still fresh, no amount of bravery would make them dare go. "Our restaurant's new manager is inexperienced and accidentally upset Mr. Lance. Now, this visit to the Johnston Residence ... "Hearing this, Addison turned her eyes toward Clayton, who was shrinking back into the corner. No wonder there was a sudden change in manager earlier. So, the reason for the personnel change was that they had upset a customer. Addison glanced at the man in front of her and said calmly, "The Johnstons aren't as terrifying as you imagine. "Did you mean your restaurant offended Lance? And that's why you're worried?" The manager nodded without saying a word. "Our advice is that you take Mr. Lance away ... " Removing him from here would be the safest choice. If Lance woke up the next morning and asked who brought him back to the Johnston Residence home, and the restaurant's name was mentioned, it would be impossible for him not to recall what had happened there. If that were the case, escaping the situation wouldn't be an option, even if they wanted to. "Since you've already upset him, why not look at it differently? Personally escorting Lance back could be a way to smooth things over, don't you think? "Besides, even if it's about making up for it, there's still some extra cash to be made." Addison spoke while raising her hand, forming a number with her fingers. It was double the amount they had initially agreed upon. The manager's body stiffened at the sight of the number. His throat went dry as he stared at it. That sum was no joke. It would take him an entire year of exhausting work to make that much. Yet the woman standing before him could offer it so easily? It was almost unbelievable. He couldn't stop himself from sizing up Addison. Putting everything else aside, she was undeniably young and stunning. After years of working at the restaurant, he had never come across someone with such breathtaking beauty.