Poe Vaughn walked into the president’s office, followed by Quentin Quinn, who reported on work: "MK imdiately addressed the issues you raised today, and this is the reform proposal they’ve co up with."
Quentin placed the docunt on the desk, but Poe Vaughn did not look at it. Instead, he opened up his phone’s gallery, finding it empty without a single photo remaining.
He opened the ssages that Ava Sterling had sent to herself using his phone, finding no photos there either.
She had deleted everything.
Poe Vaughn searched through the ssages and the gallery, unable to find a single photo no matter how hard he tried.
He asked, "How can I recover deleted photos and ssages?"
"Huh?"
Quentin, having just placed the docunt on Poe Vaughn’s desk, was taken aback, hearing such an unexpectedly unrelated question.
Poe Vaughn sat in the large office chair, raising his eyes: "How do you recover deleted photos and ssages?"
For the first ti, Poe Vaughn repeated the sa sentence.
But looking into those deep eyes, there was not the slightest hint of displeasure.
Quentin’s heart skipped a beat, tension rising within him.
This side of President Vaughn was sowhat intimidating, but quickly, Quentin replied, "Did President Vaughn accidentally delete so important data?"
Poe Vaughn fixed his gaze on him, remaining silent.
As Quentin looked into those profound eyes, devoid of any ripples or emotions, his heart raced faster.
President Vaughn’s gaze was... quite unsettling...
Quentin opened his mouth, wanting to say sothing to imdiately retract his earlier mistake.
He must have misspoken, otherwise President Vaughn wouldn’t be looking at him like this.
But just as he was about to speak, Poe Vaughn said, "Just tell the thod."
Ten minutes later, Quentin exited.
As soon as he stepped out, he hurriedly wiped the sweat from his forehead, grateful to have escaped what felt like a danger zone.
The secretary had never seen Quentin in such a state before, and her heart instantly tightened.
Could sothing have gone wrong again?
After Poe Vaughn and Ava Sterling left, everyone seed to relax entirely.
Especially after knowing the two had kissed in the elevator—they felt reassured and tension-free.
But seeing Quentin like this now, the secretary couldn’t help but wonder if sothing had gone awry.
So, she quickly asked, "Assistant Quinn, is there anything wrong again?"
They had no choice; they had all beco exceptionally sensitive by now.
Quentin turned his head to look at her: "There is sothing."
"Huh?"
The secretary was shocked, her entire complexion changing.
No way, it hadn’t been long, and there’s sothing wrong again. How... how could they continue like this...
The secretary felt like crying.
Seeing her like this, Quentin said, "It’s a good thing."
The secretary was contemplating how to survive another storm from their boss when she heard Quentin’s words, and she was stunned, unable to imdiately react.
Quentin continued, "Don’t worry, just get back to work."
With that, he turned and left.
Indeed, there was nothing wrong; President Vaughn was no longer angry or in a bad mood. He was simply trying to recover deleted photos from the gallery and the ssages.
It was that simple.
Yes, quite simple.
And within those ten minutes, he helped President Vaughn recover those photos and saw who was in them.
Ava Sterling.
The person smiling so beautifully, so captivatingly in the night.
So, indeed, it was a good thing.
It’s just that he never expected that one day their President Vaughn would ask such an unrelated question to work.
And this question was just because of a few photos...
Their President Vaughn was honestly very serious.
More serious about Miss Sterling than about Celestial Holdings.
...
Ava Sterling asked Jace Kingsley about the editing issue as soon as she got in the car, and Jace didn’t say much, engaging in conversation with her within the vehicle.
Unbeknownst, the car drove into Silvermist Isles and stopped at the entrance of a villa.
"Are we here?"
As the car stopped, Ava only then realized they had arrived.
It felt quick.
"Yes."
The driver opened the car door, and Ava got out.
She looked at the villa, noticing its modern style. However, unlike Faye Vaughn’s villa filled with intense design elents, Jace Kingsley’s was more minimalist, giving off an elegant yet understated feeling, which was very nice.
Jace noticed Ava evaluating the villa and smiled, saying, "Co on, I’ll take you for a tour."
"Alright!"
Ava promptly agreed, following him as they wandered around the villa.
The villa wasn’t decked out in dark tones; instead, mostly warm hues, predominantly white, offering a relaxed, fresh, and comfortable feel.
The interior decor adopted a minimalist style, including the furniture and ornants, which aligned perfectly with the villa and looked great.
Ava particularly liked the décor, finding it especially comfortable and liberating, clean, allowing for complete relaxation.
Much like Jace, it was very comfortable.
Ava said, "Not bad at all, your villa is very nice."
"It’s the type I like."
Everyone has different personalities and preferences for ho decor; she liked Poe Vaughn’s style, Faye Vaughn’s style, and Jace Kingsley’s style.
As long as it’s sothing good and tasteful, she’d like it.
She was open-minded and imnsely loving.
Jace kept watching her, observing the satisfaction and appreciation in her eyes, desperately wanting to say that if she liked it, he’d give it to her.
But he couldn’t say that, as saying it would push her away from him.
"Why don’t you co over for tea and to enjoy the view whenever you have ti?"
"If you feel bored alone, bring along Lauren Howell."
Before Ava Sterling could respond, he added, "I can give you the key, sotis I’m not around, and I’d need you to help look after it occasionally."
"Especially..."
He spoke, then his words trailed off.
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