Clayton should be the one to handle the troublesome task. I won't step in myself. As for that money? It was what he rightfully deserved after cleaning up Clayton's mess. Hearing this, Clayton's eyes widened in shock. "Sir, why are you sending me to do this? "Mr. Lance's status is too high for me to take the risk. I wouldn't dare go myself. "Why don't you go instead?" "Stop talking nonsense!" The manager's expression darkened as he glared at him. "I told you to go, so just do it! "This is a rare chance for you to connect with the elite. You'd better take advantage of it and make sure nothing goes wrong." Clayton kept quiet. The manager patted his shoulder with a smirk. "No need to thank me so much." Clayton lowered his head even further. Addison observed the entire exchange. She immediately understood what the manager was up to. But everyone has their own path, their own destiny. She could step in for Clayton now, but what about the future? A moment of help wouldn't change his whole life. Besides, if she intervened recklessly, she might end up offending the manager. If he decided to make things difficult for Clayton later, wouldn't that mean she had only made things worse for him? Addison pressed her lips together, acting as if she hadn't noticed anything. Her face remained unreadable as she spoke. "Since everything is settled, I'll be on my way." "Of course! Take your time!" The manager watched as Addison prepared to leave, immediately trailing behind her. With an eager smile, he rushed to open the car door for her, his posture full of respect. He stood there, maintaining his reverent stance, watching until her car disappeared from sight. As the car faded into the distance, Clayton turned to him, his face full of misery. "Sir, can I ... " Before he could finish, the manager cut him off with a flick of his sleeve. "No! "Get Mr. Lance home immediately. If anything goes wrong, the Johnstons won't let it slide, and I won't be able to protect you." With that, he strode away, leaving Clayton standing there, staring blankly at the private room on the top floor. ... Clayton anxiously went upstairs, pushed open the door to the private room, and called on a few people to lend him a hand. After much effort, he finally managed to get Lance downstairs. With difficulty, he hauled the man into the car. After all that struggle, his whole body felt drained of strength. But fearing the manager's wrath, he forced himself to grip the wheel and start the engine. Following the GPS, he drove westward, gradually entering a secluded mountain road. His focus remained on the directions when, out of nowhere, a faint voice came from the back seat. "Addi ... son ... "The unclear murmur sent a jolt through him. Thinking Lance was speaking to him, he immediately hit the brakes and turned around. However, what he saw was Lance still squinting, clearly intoxicated, showing no signs of conversation. "Addison ... " Lance mumbled once more. This time, Clayton caught the name loud and clear. Addison? That must be someone's name. It sounded like a woman's name. Could Mr. Lance be troubled by love? Would someone as rich and powerful as Mr. Lance also struggle with matters of the heart? Clayton was dazed for a while, then shook his head quietly and kept driving. He had no idea how much time had passed or how many security checkpoints he had gone through, but at last, the car came to a halt in front of the Johnston Residence. The moment the car stopped, several guards swiftly appeared. They stood at the front, weapons in hand, their gazes sharp and unwavering.