"She had stopped caring for me since a long time ago," Lance muttered under his breath, his gaze darkening, the chill in his eyes unmistakable. "Mmm." Virginia nodded. "She used to accuse me of being materialistic, but now it seems that she's the one who's obsessed with money. "I'm about to marry into your family. I have followed all the customs, living modestly. But this Chanel limited edition piece—it's something I couldn't even dare to dream of, but Addison wore it casually today. I wonder which rich guy she's attached to," Virginia continued, her eyes tinged with doubt. Her words served two purposes. On one hand, they confirmed that Addison was seeing other men, and on the other, they subtly pointed out to Lance that she was always humble and obedient, unlike Addison. Lance toyed with the teacup in his hand, his face frozen with icy coldness. Anyone who stood too close could almost feel the chill that seemed to pierce straight to the bone. Virginia glanced at the jacket in her hands, treating it with caution, as if she were handling something precious. If sold, it would fetch a high price. Lance noticed the way she was looking at it. But he analyzed the expression differently. All he saw was the admiration she had for the item. Narrowing his eyes, he turned to the bodyguard beside him. "Get Isaac." "Huh? Now?" The bodyguard looked puzzled. Isaac was off today. Another bodyguard, standing nearby, overheard the conversation and felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. This guy must be new. He wiped the sweat off his forehead nervously, quickly tugging his colleague's sleeve. "Mr. Johnston told you to go, so go—don't ask any questions." His voice was quiet but filled with palpable fear, as he knew all too well the meaning behind Lance's expression. Though Mr. Johnston had already kicked his wife out, he hadn't publicly announced their divorce. In the high society of Halton, the prominent families still considered Ms. Daves to be the rightful Mrs. Johnston. For Ms. Daves, with her status, to dare cheat on Mr. Johnston—it was obvious that Mr. Johnston was furious. Any small discomfort would set him off.This new guy must have been asking for trouble. "Do I need to repeat myself?" Lance's voice was low but suffocating, making everyone in the room feel a heavy pressure. The bodyguard had never seen Lance this way. Usually, his boss was stern, but he rarely showed anger. Frozen in terror, the bodyguard finally realized the gravity of the situation. "Understood. I-I'm going now!" He dashed off. "Throw that jacket away," Lance said, furrowing his brow, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "It looks dirty." "Throw it away?" Virginia didn't even finish asking before she realized what he meant. Without hesitation, she shouted for someone to take it away, tossing the jacket to the floor. "Get rid of it!" The jacket, which she had treated like a treasure just moments ago, was now an explosive that could ignite Lance's fury. It had become something to be feared. Such a costly piece of clothing, what a pity! Virginia sighed inwardly. Once the jacket was out of Lance's sight, Virginia quickly tried to explain. "I-I didn't mean to; I just ... " She fumbled for words, but nothing came out. A knock on the door interrupted her stammering. Isaac entered, walking steadily but with urgency, clearly having been running. "Mr. Johnston, you called for me?" Lance gestured coldly for him to come closer. Isaac, nervous, moved forward. But the words Lance spoke next left him stunned. "Take Virginia to pick out some clothes. Let her get whatever she wants; no need to worry about the price. "If she wants something that's impossible to buy, have her call me, and I'll handle it personally." "What?" Isaac blinked, caught off guard. This was his task? He rushed over because he was told it was an urgent matter, something serious. But now, it was just buying clothes? Isaac knew his boss was indulgent with Ms. Dolton, but he never imagined it would go this far.Virginia, overwhelmed with joy, softened her voice. "Lance!" Her eyes shone with excitement. Lance finished speaking and stood up, completely ignoring her as he walked away, his face cold. "Lance! Wait! Can I go to the party?" Virginia quickly called out, her voice tinged with caution. "Yes," Lance replied briefly, then left without looking back. Virginia's face lit up with joy as she muttered to herself, "I guess this is a blessing in disguise?" Though the misfortune was Addison's, the fortune was hers. Virginia smiled slyly, her eyes full of triumph. ... Addison returned home and tossed her keys onto the table near the door. As she walked to the bedroom, she felt that something was missing. What is it? She frowned, thinking hard. Finally, it clicked—she had worn a jacket when she left earlier. But now, it wasn't in the room? Did she leave it at Grimwell Restaurant? Addison rubbed her temples. She walked around the room, but there was no sign of the jacket. It must have been left at the restaurant. She had been waiting for that jacket to arrive from overseas for a long time. She liked it a lot. And today was only the second time she wore it. Her brow furrowed. Being with Lance always put her in a bad mood. Losing a jacket she liked was just another thing to add to her frustration. But as much as she liked the jacket, seeing Virginia and Lance together made it all seem insignificant. The thought of going back to get it, only to risk seeing them again, made her lose all desire to retrieve it. Sitting down, Addison realized that her top priority was to hire a bodyguard. Not just for her safety while alone in Halton, but also in case Lance tried to intimidate her again—she wouldn't let him threaten her. She thought back to the package with golden letters and wondered if someone had been secretly following or watching her. If so, she would need some protection. The more she thought about it, the more urgent it seemed to hire a bodyguard. But where could she find a trustworthy one? She grabbed her phone, found Keith's WhatsApp, and dialed.The video call connected, and Keith's smiling face appeared on the screen. "What's up? Are you calling because of something difficult at Raven Company? "But I thought you had everything under control there." Keith looked puzzled. "I can handle Raven," Addison replied with a slight roll of her eyes. "It's not about Raven." "Then what's going on? You can tell me." "Do you know where I can hire a reliable bodyguard?" she asked directly. "What's going on? Is someone giving you trouble?" Keith's tone became urgent, and his expression grew serious. "No, no. Who would cause trouble for me? I don't know anyone in Halton. I'm just a nobody here." "Has Dr. Nancy's identity been exposed?" Keith's face turned grave. "I'll pull some bodyguards from my family and send them to Halton. This is serious." "No, no," Addison said with a sigh. "Dr. Nancy's identity hasn't been exposed. I just need to know where to hire a bodyguard. I need to be prepared in case something happens while I'm alone here." Realizing how tense Keith was, Addison regretted calling him. "Okay, that's a relief. I'll get a team for you right away. They're reliable!" "No, I don't want that," Addison replied quickly. "The Deans' bodyguards are too obvious. People would know right away. How could I hide my identity then?" She fluttered her eyelashes as she gently reminded him. "Right, that's not a good idea." Keith finally understood. "Okay, let me think. A reliable bodyguard ... "So, who would be reliable?" he mused, searching his mind for options from Halton's noble families. After a moment, his expression cleared. "Halton ... The Zimmers." The Zimmers of Halton? Addison repeated the name in her mind.