That kind of beauty isn't ordinary. It's a special kind of charm he can't quite put into words. It suits Mr. Lance perfectly. Looking closely, the woman's entire outfit was low-key—plain clothes without any visible logos or designer tags. He wasn't an expert in fashion, so he had no way of knowing if her outfit was from high-end brands. But one thing was clear: the fabric was excellent. Overall, she definitely carried the air of someone wealthy. Then again ... anyone sharing a meal with Mr. Lance couldn't possibly be an average person, right? "Miss, excuse me for asking, but are you certain you can offer me this sum?" Though he was already convinced, the amount was so large that he couldn't help but confirm once more. "Of course, as long as you take him home," Addison responded, her tone steady and assured. She arched an eyebrow slightly."I'll give you a contact first. Once you drop the person off at Johnston Residence and reach out to him, he'll transfer the money to you." As she spoke, she took out her phone and showed Gordon's details. "Got it!" The manager hurriedly retrieved his phone and saved the number. "Make sure to take him home properly. You'll get every cent you're promised." The manager felt as if a mountain of cash was calling his name, and he swallowed hard. But was there a way to pocket the money without actually taking the person to Johnston Residence? In a split second, an idea formed in his mind. He turned his gaze toward Clayton, who was huddled in a corner, and motioned for him to come over. "Clayton, get over here!" Clayton looked startled to hear his name. He blinked in confusion and pointed at himself uncertainly. The manager gave an impatient nod. "What are you waiting for? Come over here!"Hearing the sharp tone, Clayton hurried forward with his head lowered. But when he caught sight of Addison midway, he hesitated. "Stop dawdling! Do you want to get yelled at? Hurry up!" The manager was growing frantic. With such a huge amount at stake, he couldn't afford any delays. Clayton lowered his head again and rushed over. "Sir, what can I do for you?" The moment he reached the manager, he barely had time to react before a firm grip seized his collar. "Miss, this guy is just a low-level staff here. He didn't know any better and ended up offending Mr. Lance," the manager said quickly, shoving Clayton forward. "Please don't take it to heart." Addison's expression remained cold as her gaze swept over Clayton. "He offended Lance, not me. There's no reason to explain anything to me." The manager grinned fawningly. "That may be true, but please, do put in a few good words for us with Mr. Lance ... "Our restaurant still depends on your support ... "Clayton seemed to catch on the moment he heard that. Without hesitation, he bowed and spoke with great tact, "I sincerely apologize to Mr. Lance! "Please don't hold it against me! "If Mr. Lance is upset, he can punish me however he wants—hit me, yell at me—I won't resist!" Addison was at a loss for words after hearing his heartfelt apology. She rubbed her forehead, unsure how to respond. Seeing Clayton admit his mistake, the manager looked pleased. Once he finished speaking, the manager patted his shoulder and said, "Let him escort Mr. Lance home later. "He was clueless before, so let him make up for it now."