Yes, call Poe Vaughn, not Lauren Howell.
She must solemnly tell Poe Vaughn that Lauren might find out about her marriage.
At this mont, Celestial Group, conference room.
A eting is underway inside, and the atmosphere is very calm.
Everyone is watching various data on the projection screen, listening to the person in charge report on the current work.
Poe Vaughn sits at the head of the table, his eyes also on the data.
And right then, "buzz buzz..."
The phone vibrates.
The person in charge instantly stops speaking, looking at the phone in front of the person sitting at the head seat.
The other executives and in charge do the sa, all staring at the glowing phone, including Quentin Quinn.
Poe Vaughn’s eyes slightly moved, withdrawing his gaze to look at the incoming call on the screen.
Ava Sterling.
His deep eyes changed silently, picked up the phone, and answered: "Hello."
Seeing Poe Vaughn answer the call, the executives all bowed their heads.
Before Supermodel Sterling appeared, their boss never answered calls during etings; to be precise, phones were always on silent.
They’ve never seen their boss answer a call or look at a phone during a eting.
Not once.
But since Supermodel Sterling appeared, at so point, their boss’s phone has no longer been on silent but vibrates and has started to take calls during etings; he even unexpectedly left before.
Changed.
Their boss has changed.
Ava’s face turned solemn upon hearing Poe Vaughn’s voice and said, "I need to tell you sothing."
Her voice was unprecedentedly serious, even heavy, as if the sky was about to collapse.
Poe Vaughn’s fingertip slightly moved, a deep hum overflowed from his throat, his voice revealing no sign of concern.
As if there was nothing major.
Even if the sky were falling, he would not be afraid.
Whether Poe was too calm or what, hearing this, Ava’s heart sowhat steadied, then said: "I wasn’t in a good ntal state today, slept until noon, and even then was not clear-headed, couldn’t find my phone, so I used the ho phone to call Lauren."
"I forgot Granny was there at the ti, so my mood was off; I didn’t realize until after hanging up that Granny was also there."
"I’ve always aid to be a good granddaughter-in-law, but today wasn’t it, and Granny saw my bad side, I’m worried."
"But Granny didn’t seem to care, which felt off, so I didn’t pay attention to anything else."
"When the phone rang again, Granny answered it, and I rembered it might be Lauren calling, but then I was not in the right state, didn’t realize the issue, so Granny and Mrs. Wei spoke, Lauren might have heard."
"She might know I’m married now."
If it were anyone else, Ava wouldn’t explain so carefully, but to Poe, she must tell him everything, explain the situation at the ti, show it wasn’t intentional.
"At the ti, Mrs. Wei called ’madam,’ and Lauren, this woman, is very clever, already sensed sothing wrong with my recent state, now hears this, she’ll definitely know."
"Of course, she surely doesn’t know who I’m married to, but just knowing I’m married is enough, she’ll find a way to investigate."
"Can you find a way to cover up our marriage, stop her from investigating?"
Ava finished saying all this and asked outright.
Yes, now that it happened, regret is useless, she must focus on solving it.
Certainly, if Poe decides to call off the engagent because of this, she couldn’t help it.
It was her carelessness, bla her for drinking too much last night, not others.
Poe listens to her voice in the phone, speaking sentence after sentence, he listens patiently, gradually relaxing, leaning back in the chair, his large palm on the tabletop, fingertips rhythmically tapping, making a tap, tap, tap sound.
The executives hearing this sound likened it to a soul-locking chant, feeling their own souls might leave them, becoming like dead n.
So involuntarily, they grew tense, their heads lowered further, not daring to move, barely able to breathe.
Quentin Quinn, however, remained calm, feeling neither fear nor dread because from Poe Vaughn’s eyes he read two words.
No problem.
Absolutely no problem.
So, why be afraid?
No need to fear.
Observing carefully, it seed their president was in quite a good mood, relaxation awaited.
Poe listens to Ava’s final words, clear logical calmness, entirely unrushed, he says softly: "No problem."
Ava, finished speaking, let her mind quickly revolve, considering how to deal with various outcos: what should she do.
Then Poe’s voice reaches her, and she freezes.
What? No problem?
He said no problem?
aning... no need to worry? Lauren won’t find out?
Ava’s heart imdiately relaxes, but only for a second before it tenses again, face serious, quickly saying: "Really no problem?"
"No need to worry?"
"Won’t affect you?"
"Be honest, don’t fool ."
Ava uttered several words in succession, all expressing disbelief.
Such matters could be big or small, he can’t just settle it so simply with two words.
Poe hears the mistrustful voice from the phone, not showing a hint of displeasure either externally or within his gaze.
His expression remains unchanged, giving no clue.
"Why would I fool you?"
This was like conversation between lovers, spoken casually.
The executives were on the brink of choking from their own tension; hearing Poe’s two statents left them dumbfounded.
Especially the second sentence, making them montarily raise their eyes to Poe with disbelief and astonishnt.
Could words like these co from their boss?
Absolutely impossible!
Their boss never speaks idle, aningless words!
Yet now, looking at the person seated in the chair holding the phone, face devoid of a hint of coldness, they were stunned.
Their boss... seems... not scary...
Ava was montarily dazed by Poe’s words.
Right, why would he fool her?
If this leaks, he bears the consequences, not her.
What’s he fooling her for?
At this mont, Ava relaxes, covering her chest with her hand, seating herself on the bed, then lies down on the blanket: "Scared to death..."
"I thought trouble was coming."
"If Lauren plans to investigate, I have no way; if she asks, I’d surely deny it, deny till I die, but if she finds evidence, I’d be helpless."
"Luckily, luckily, you’ve got a way."
"You’re still the amazing one..."
Ava completely relaxes, feeling entirely soft.
Is this the aftermath of drinking too much?
But why does it feel unlikely?
Ava furrows her brow, forgetting she’s still talking to Poe Vaughn.
And Poe listens to her go from stern tension to relaxation, the call experiencing an extrely long, extrely torturous process.
Especially the powerlessness and fatigue in her voice now.
At this mont, his eyes narrow slightly, fingertip tapping paused.
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