Ava Sterling finished reading the marriage agreent, and she had a good sense of it.
The demands were reasonable, not difficult.
But if you nitpick, it’s troubleso, just being a stickler.
There’s so much fuss, every little thing could be written down.
But, who can bla them? He’s the big boss, the client daddy, after all.
So, she just had to put up with it.
However, luckily, it was clearly stated that as long as she agreed to marry, he would collaborate with Celestial Holdings.
Isn’t that exactly what she wanted?
But, she had her own demands.
Ava closed the agreent and looked at the composed person: "President Vaughn, I have a request."
Poe Vaughn’s eyes slightly moved as he looked at her: "What request?"
"Shouldn’t we sign a prenuptial agreent?"
"I don’t want your assets, and you don’t want mine."
"Even though we’re getting married, our assets should remain separate."
"You know how our industry is, living off youth, and it’s not easy to make money. Even though Celestial Holdings is huge and you’re privileged, who knows, you might go bankrupt soday?"
"If by then you expect to follow along and eat scraps, that’s not happening."
"I’ve never had a good life since I was a child, and now it’s hard for to have good days, I don’t want it all to ruin in an instant."
"..."
The air suddenly went quiet.
Quentin Quinn looked at Ava Sterling, his eyes unusually wide-open.
Ban... bankrupt?
Is this... sothing you can say?
Is it sothing you can say in front of President Vaughn?
Instinctively, Quentin glanced at Poe Vaughn.
At this mont, Poe Vaughn was staring at Ava Sterling, his eyes as still as the montarily silent president’s office.
A frightening silence.
Ava Sterling was unaware, eting Poe Vaughn’s heart-shaking gaze, she smiled, squinting.
It was just as the saying goes, fortunes change every thirty years, who can predict the future.
She definitely needed to make it clear, this clause must be added.
Otherwise...
"Miss Sterling doesn’t have to sign."
"..."
Ava Sterling’s eyes widened montarily, looking at this indifferent person, incredulous.
How did he suddenly beco so cold and heartless?
Just now, she thought he was quite agreeable.
Poe Vaughn placed his coffee on the table and stood up: "One minute."
With that, he went behind his desk and opened a docunt.
Ava Sterling sat there, watching as he sat in his executive chair working, her mouth opened and closed, but not a word ca out.
She was asking for a prenuptial agreent for his own good, didn’t he know that during divorce she could take his assets?
Ava Sterling was fuming inside, but that person didn’t even spare her another glance, utterly unfeeling.
It’s as if he couldn’t care less if she signed it or not.
Oh my, really infuriating!
Really wanted to hit him!
Ava Sterling’s face showed agony, turning red, blue, and white in turns, truly captivating.
Quentin Quinn stood there, looking at the expressionless man, also taken aback.
Miss Sterling’s request was reasonable, just... sowhat bluntly put...
"Quentin, take the contract away."
The rciless voice drifted out, Ava Sterling’s expression changed, she quickly said, "I’ll sign!"
"Since President Vaughn isn’t afraid of taking your assets, what do I have to fear?"
"I’ll sign right away, and we can go get our marriage certificate, and it’s just perfect as it’s Friday and the staff is still on duty."
With that said, Ava Sterling looked at Quentin Quinn: "Pen."
Quentin Quinn looked at Poe Vaughn, Poe Vaughn was signing a docunt with a pen, entirely ignoring this side.
It seed he’d said all he needed to, Ava Sterling could leave.
Ava saw Quentin look at Poe Vaughn, she followed suit and looked at him, seeing him completely ignore her, causing her to grit her teeth angrily and jump to her feet.
Click, click, click, the sound of high heels on the sleek marble floor was incredibly loud.
As if she wanted to stomp through the floor here!
Ava Sterling quickly arrived at the desk, snatched the pen from Poe Vaughn’s hand, and in two swift strokes, her na was strikingly signed on the agreent.
"Snap!"
The agreent and pen were slamd in front of Poe Vaughn, Ava Sterling leaned forward: "President Vaughn, sign it."
Her long hair hung over the agreent, gently swaying with her breath, while a faint delicate fragrance wafted, lingering at Poe Vaughn’s nostrils.
Poe Vaughn looked at the strands of hair, the hair was fine, black, and shiny, just like Ava Sterling’s eyes, dark and bright.
Poe Vaughn looked at the hasty yet beautiful letters behind the Partner B’s signature, and after a few monts, he picked up the pen and signed his na under Partner A.
Poe Vaughn.
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