She wanted to plant a few spies around Virginia, and Clayton might be a good candidate. "Got it." Clayton agreed cheerfully, taking the pen and paper and scribbling down his number. Marilyn took the slip, gave it a quick glance, and nodded. "When the time comes, I'll contact you. Be ready to leave the restaurant." Clayton walked out of the Johnston Residence in a daze. It wasn't until he was near the gate that he scratched his head, still puzzled over Marilyn's last words. "When the time comes, I'll contact you. Be ready to leave the restaurant." Her words lingered in his ears. Leave the restaurant? What did she mean? Didn't she just tell him to keep an eye on the woman who was with Lance at the restaurant? Why was she suddenly talking about leaving the restaurant? Could it be that Marilyn wanted to try the food at their restaurant? Maybe, when the time came, she'd have him leave his post to personally deliver food to the Johnston Residence? The moment the idea popped into his head, it seemed completely logical. Yes, that must be it. Rich people like her were always eating at five-star restaurants and Michelin restaurants. No matter how good the food was, anyone would get tired of it after a while. Once they'd had their gourmet cuisine, they'd crave a small restaurant's simple, everyday flavors. He totally understood. He completely understood. Clayton usually didn't get to eat anything fancy, so he was especially tempted by the dishes in high-end restaurants, always wondering what they tasted like. And now, with two precious treasures in his hands, it was the perfect time to find a nice place, get his pure white sapphire appraised, and treat himself to a good meal. Clayton walked away, excitement bubbling inside him. He clutched the wooden box Marilyn had given him tightly, striding forward with a lightness in his step. But his cheerful pace didn't last long. His face quickly fell. The reason? The bodyguards. A chill ran down his spine when he spotted the men stationed at the gate. When he first arrived at the Johnston Residence, the bodyguards had left such a deep impression on him that the moment he saw them, he couldn't help but tremble slightly. Clayton hesitated, taking a few steps back before smiling at the guards. Their sharp gazes instantly locked onto him. "What are you standing there for?" "Nothing! Just nothing at all." Clayton let out a nervous chuckle. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he clutched the wooden box even tighter and quickly hid it behind his back. As he tucked it away, regret washed over him. Why hadn't he brought a bag with him when he entered the Johnston Residence?Now he had nowhere to hide the damn thing! Sure enough, a keen-eyed bodyguard noticed his movement in an instant. "What are you hiding behind your back?" "Nothing! Nothing at all." "Nothing? If it's nothing, why are you hiding it?" "Take it out!" Clayton kept grinning, hoping to bluff his way through. "Come on, guys, it's late. You've been on duty all day. You must be exhausted, right? "You should hurry up and get some rest. Overworking isn't good for your health." "Cut the crap and stop trying to change the subject. Take it out!" One of the bodyguards had already run out of patience and strode straight up to Clayton.