The voice carried a faint uncertainty, both unfamiliar and yet familiar. But for Ava Sterling, she knew instantly who it was as soon as she heard the voice. Ava’s steps visibly paused for a moment, but she quickly moved away. That night, Mr. Wu’s scheming led to a series of unexpected events afterward, and looking at the result now, Ava should be grateful to him. However, Mr. Wu isn’t one to be trifled with. Since he didn’t succeed that time, he’s definitely planning for another shot. Why there hasn’t been any news from Mr. Wu after that, she doesn’t know, but she’s sure of one thing: Mr. Wu hasn’t stopped thinking about her. Just hearing this call out was enough for her to know. She’s injured now and needs proper recovery, and doesn’t want to worsen her injury by causing further trouble. So, Ava quickly disappeared from Mr. Wu’s sight in the blink of an eye. Before Mr. Wu had time to react, Ava was gone. As soon as Ava got into the car, she rapidly started the car, speeding out of the parking lot, weaving quickly through traffic heading towards Green Hill Villa. Ava felt that she’d been somewhat unlucky lately, trouble always seemed to find her, and it’s all things she didn’t want to see or deal with, especially coming at a time when she was hurt. She didn’t want to face a storm while caught in a leaking house, especially not when the storm was fierce. She decided that from today until her injury healed, unless necessary, she would absolutely not go out! Returning quickly to Green Hill Villa, Ava didn’t step outside, focusing wholeheartedly on crafting with Sister Wei, with no distractions. In the blink of an eye, the afternoon passed, and by five o’clock, the sun began to set. Meanwhile, at Aurelia Airport. A flight from Las Vegas landed smoothly at the airport. "Dear travelers, welcome. The plane has safely arrived at Aurelia Airport. Thank you for flying with us on this trip..." The flight attendant’s pleasant voice echoed in the cabin, the cabin door opened, and Poe Vaughn, holding his phone, switched it on and stepped out. Quentin Quinn followed closely behind. Soon, the phone booted up, showing the time as 5:40. Poe moved his fingertips slightly and dialed a number. "Sorry, the number you dialed has been turned off. Please call later..." A mechanical female voice came from the phone, Poe’s eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the name on the screen, hesitated for a few moments, hung up, and dialed another number. Inside the villa, Ava was carefully sewing a piece of crafts, her focus and dedication impressed Sister Wei beside her. Sister Wei hadn’t expected Ava to know weaving and sewing, and naturally, she was skilled at it, immediately deducing she wasn’t a novice. She recalled Ava mentioning growing up with her grandmother, thinking to herself she was about seventy or eighty percent correct. A child not loved by their parents naturally had to learn to do everything on their own. These simple sewing tasks were no exception. "Madam, your sewing is truly excellent." Sister Wei praised her without reservation, and Ava particularly loved genuine compliments. Compliments like these were very well received by her. She immediately raised her eyebrows, her eyes bright: "Of course, I learned this from my grandmother!" Throughout the day, she had spoken about her grandmother countless times, and Sister Wei could clearly feel just how much Ava cared for and loved this person who had been so good to her. "Madam’s grandmother is truly a wonderful person." "Indeed, my grandmother is the best person in the world, bar none!" As the two chatted, the phone suddenly rang. The sound wasn’t coming from Ava or Sister Wei’s pockets but from the long table by the window at the front. Ava paused and instinctively looked over. At the staircase’s left position, there was a long table by the window, holding some old artifacts, an old lacquer pencil holder, feather pens, rulers, and old foreign classic novels. Among these items, one stood out. To be precise, an old-fashioned 19th-century rotary telephone, emitting a strong nostalgic aura. When did this thing get here? She hadn’t noticed at all! Sister Wei seemed as calm as usual, putting down her things, getting up to answer the phone. Ava blinked a few times, feeling very intrigued by the antique telephone, she put down her things and followed. Sister Wei picked up the receiver to answer the call: "Hello." Poe listened to the voice coming from the phone as he exited the VIP passage, "Sister Wei, is Madam at home?" The deep voice came from the receiver, and Sister Wei’s face lit up with a smile: "Yes, sir." She hadn’t realized Ava was there, so upon hearing Poe’s words, she responded immediately. As she spoke, she was about to turn to tell Poe about what Ava was doing, but to her surprise, Ava was right behind her, startling her. Ava didn’t pay attention to what Sister Wei was saying; her mind was entirely focused on the European-style phone, full of interest, with everything else unable to catch her ear or eye. She admired the exquisite design of the phone, its fine carvings, and even the lacquer was filled with charm, she found it extremely attractive. Sister Wei genuinely was startled by Ava’s presence, but seeing Ava’s focus on the phone, she quickly realized Ava’s fondness for it. Sister Wei recovered, carefully observing Ava’s fascination, then spoke to the person on the phone: "Madam is right beside me, would you like to speak with her?" Poe’s eyes flickered slightly, leaving the airport and getting into the car: "Hand her the phone." Sister Wei handed the receiver to Ava: "Madam, the gentleman wants to speak with you." Ava was already captivated by the phone, her hand gently running over the surface, feeling the pleasant texture, she was utterly drawn in. Somehow, she felt the phone’s aura was much like that person’s—deep and uniquely appealing. Very attractive to her. But at this moment, the receiver was handed over. Chapters first released on novelFirｅ.net Why give her the receiver? Ava instinctively looked at Sister Wei, having evidently missed what Sister Wei had just said. Sister Wei laughed seeing Ava’s bewildered expression, "Madam, it’s a call from the gentleman." Ava was stunned, had he returned? Quickly reacting, Ava took the receiver immediately, surprised at the weight of the receiver, it felt substantial and robust in her hand. Holding this fine piece, Ava’s mood improved, she spoke: "You’re back?" Her voice was cheerful, clearly reflecting her good mood. Poe listened to the sound coming from the phone, her delighted and relaxed tone, and spoke.