With a tall and straight figure, broad and well-shaped shoulders and back, and a pair of straight long legs wrapped in suit pants, who else could it be but the man who looks at her coldly? Latest content published on novel✦fire.net Ava Sterling’s heart instantly boiled over, her mind constantly screaming to confront him, she must go now! This thought made her momentarily forget she was beside Jace Kingsley, even forgetting she was supposed to shield him from drinks; she set her glass down and walked directly towards that person. The cruise hall isn’t like a hotel manor hall with a large expanse of open space; here, there are highs and lows, spiral staircases, columns, dedicated music stages, and beautifully arranged floral crystal lights, making it feel divided into several halls. Each hall with its own scene. The person descended from a spiral staircase, slightly turned, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Ava quickened her pace, stepping rapidly in her high heels to catch up. Her mind was filled with the look he gave her, which infuriated her to the point she didn’t even hear Jace Kingsley calling her from behind. She must find him and make things clear, or she would feel utterly aggrieved no matter what. Ava’s steps grew quicker, her beautiful eyes becoming more radiant, attracting the surrounding gazes. She arrived at the spot where he disappeared, looked around seeking his figure, but found he wasn’t among those present. The man was indeed outstanding; whenever he appeared, he would inevitably be the center of attention. But now he wasn’t here; where had he gone? Ava looked outside, seeing the railing, the deep night, and the sea breeze blowing in. Could he have gone out? Thinking of this, Ava immediately headed outside. Nevertheless, just as she stepped forward, someone blocked her path. Golden waves of hair, exquisite Western makeup, wearing a contoured galaxy dress, holding a glass of champagne. Ava’s face instantly turned cold; her mood plummeted directly from burning anger to a thousand-year glacier. "Ava, where are you hurrying off to?" Joyner held her glass, smiling warmly as if they were close friends, as if they were dear sisters. Before, she always seemed to hate Ava to the core; even if being fake, she couldn’t hide the hatred in her eyes. But now she seemed a changed person, neither hating, resenting, nor angry, genuinely smiling and truly approaching Ava. Ava was never one for subtleties, liking what’s liked, disliking what’s disliked. She didn’t even bother to pretend with Joyner, bluntly spitting out one word: "Scram." Initially, her mood wasn’t too bad; though upset by that look from the man, she wasn’t beyond fury, but seeing Joyner, her mood instantly worsened. Worsened to the depths. Joyner’s eyes momentarily flashed with anger and hatred; she frowned and uncomfortably said, "Ava, what’s wrong with you?" "Are you still holding onto what happened last time?" "Last time it was my fault, and I apologize to you. Don’t worry, I’ll transfer the money for the lipstick to you, and regarding those cosmetics you insist I ruined, I’ll take responsibility..." "I’ll say it again, scram!" Joyner’s face hardened, while Ava didn’t want to waste time with her and simply pushed her away. With a thud, Joyner fell to the ground. Ava didn’t care, directly walking outside without the slightest pause. Yet, at that moment, Joyner’s voice came: "Ava, is it because of what happened two years ago that you’re still holding this grudge against me?"