The next morning, Bettie came downstairs after getting ready and headed for breakfast.

"Good morning." As she was about to step into the elevator, Lance's voice stopped her in her tracks.

Bettie faced him with a neutral expression. "Morning." She acted Like she had no idea what had gone down last night.

Lance grinned as he pushed the button.

Things got a bit awkward in the elevator.

Bettie broached the topic, saying, "I was wasted last night. Did you pick me up?"

"Yes." Lance shot her a meaningful glance.

"Thank you."

The elevator dinged open at that moment.

Bettie led the way, settling at the table.

Their maid had breakfast laid out neatly.

Lance took a seat across from Bettie.

They enjoyed a pleasant breakfast together.

As Bettie prepared to leave, Lance piped up. “Aren't you curious who helped you change?”

"It's you? No way." Bettie chuckled, arching an eyebrow.

"It's me."

Bettie kept her cool, firing back, "Got it. Next time you're drunk, I'll return the favor. Just give me the heads up if you want me to see your thing."

Lance just smiled in response.

At noon, Lance invited Conway to lunch.

Later on, Lance phoned Corless, reporting Conway's cooperation. To seal the deal, the Ramirez company should send someone as a gesture of goodwill.