Ava Sterling isn’t one to be fragile, but this hit hurt! She’s not some deity, just a flesh-and-blood human being. How could this collision not hurt? Her face turned pale, eyebrows furrowed, and the lively person she was just a moment ago now seemed drained. Poe Vaughn’s eyes darkened as he wrapped his arm around her, picked up his phone, and made a call: "Have Dr. Song come to the old house." Ava closed her eyes trying to endure the pain, hoping it would pass. She didn’t expect him to call a doctor. Ava immediately opened her eyes and quickly said, "Don’t call a doctor!" This outburst was loud, full of strength, not like someone about to die. Poe Vaughn looked down at her. Ava’s eyes were open, but due to the excitement, it hurt again, making her grimace. Poe Vaughn said, "Hurry up." She didn’t feel it was anything serious, just like the usual bumps and bruises that fade after a while. But Poe calling a doctor made Ava feel as if she was at death’s door. This person acted like he couldn’t understand human speech, completely ignoring her, and it drove her mad. Once she recovered slightly, Ava immediately moved away from him and glared angrily: "You want the doctor to go to the old house and worry Grandma?" "Don’t you know how much older people fret over the youngsters’ health? If they learn about any minor ailments, they worry themselves sick." "Grandma is so old, what if she loses sleep worrying about me being injured? Are you doing this on purpose?" Ava directly scolded him without regarding the driver, Poe Vaughn’s demeanor, or his status. At this moment, to her, Poe was just an ordinary person who couldn’t let Grandma know about her injury. Poe looked at her angry face, wondering if it was the anger that brought some color back to her previously pale cheeks, making her seem better. But still not as good as before. His deep eyes silently fluctuated. Ava saw he was silent, staring at her as if pondering something, so she ignored him. She grabbed the phone from his hand to call the person he phoned earlier, ensuring the doctor wouldn’t come. She wasn’t so delicate; it was just a minor bump, nothing serious. Grandma shouldn’t know about her injury, and certainly, she shouldn’t worry. Older folks should live happily and peacefully in their later years; that’s what the younger generation should ensure. The phone gently slipped from Poe’s hand, contrasting with the former warmth with its slight chill. He watched Ava, her expression was extremely serious, as if this was a significant matter that couldn’t be underestimated. He gazed at her, his deep eyes slowly returning to what they were before. The phone was locked, and Ava couldn’t open it. She handed it directly to Poe Vaughn, commanding, "Unlock it!" The driver kept driving, listening to Ava’s constant string of words from the back, breaking into cold sweats time after time. Watching through the rearview mirror, the driver’s heart nearly leapt out of his throat. From what he remembered, no one dared to speak to the boss before. Let alone command him... The lady was... truly bold... Seeing Ava’s fearless gaze in the mirror, as if even a god wouldn’t faze her, the driver swallowed and silently looked forward, driving more cautiously. He dreaded, feared the roof might get ripped off the next moment. There was always a strong sense of fear. Poe Vaughn, staring at the fiery person demanding him, took the phone, unlocked it, and handed it to Ava. Ava immediately went to the call log to open the first contact. It was Quentin Quinn. Ava didn’t hesitate, directly calling Quentin Quinn. Quentin, after just informing the doctor of the situation and hanging up, heard his phone ring. Seeing the caller name, Quentin didn’t pause, immediately answering the call: "President Vaughn." "It’s me, Ava Sterling!" Quentin paused, momentarily doubting the caller ID. Thus, he checked the phone; it was President Vaughn. Before Quentin could think further, Ava’s dominant voice came through: "Don’t let the doctor come over; I’m fine!" Quentin had heard Ava’s unusual voice when Poe Vaughn called him, so he’d guessed President Vaughn wanted the doctor to check on Ava. But now, Ava called him with Poe Vaughn’s phone, leaving him at a loss. He usually followed President Vaughn’s orders, and even if it was Ava, he would wait for President Vaughn’s nod before complying. Yet, Ava using Poe Vaughn’s phone to command him, left him feeling conflicted. After all, Ava held a unique place in President Vaughn’s life. Quentin remained silent, but Ava, not hearing his response, clearly knew what he was considering and directly said: "Did you hear me?" She was particularly aggressive, her voice laced with pressure. Quentin thought about it and said: "Ma’am, is President Vaughn beside you?" Ava’s face fell: "He is!" "But he listens to me right now!" After speaking, Ava turned on the speakerphone, held it up to Poe Vaughn’s lips, commanding: "Tell Quentin to cancel the doctor!" Quentin listened to the voices from the phone, strongly feeling. President Vaughn was kidnapped by Ava... Poe Vaughn glanced at the ongoing call with disbelief evident in its silence, then said: "The doctor doesn’t need to come." Yep, President Vaughn was certainly kidnapped by Ava Sterling. Ava, satisfied with the response, took back the phone, turned off the speaker, and directly told Quentin: "Did you hear that?" Quentin: "...Heard it." "Alright, quickly inform the doctor not to come unnecessarily, that’s it!" With a tap, Ava hung up and tossed the phone back to Poe Vaughn. She folded her arms, leaned back in her seat, and gave the person beside her a sidelong glance: "If you dare to secretly message Quentin to call the doctor, don’t blame me for not being polite!" Her face was frosty, eyes threatening, like a tyrant with unmatched authority, instilling fear. But to the driver, Ava looked like a bandit, a robber, having taken someone and demanding complete obedience. If disobeyed, she’d resort to force! The driver shivered and turned his head back to the front. He couldn’t resist checking back at the person beside Ava in the rearview mirror, but it made his heart tighten. Those deep eyes focused on him, calm yet thrillingly terrifying at once. In that moment, the driver dared not look back again, immediately shifting his gaze, concentrating on driving. Poe Vaughn watched the driver’s gaze move away, his phone-tapping fingers resuming their slow pace. Meanwhile, the atmosphere in the car became increasingly calm. Ava didn’t want to speak anymore, crossing her arms, resting her head on the headrest, and closing her eyes to nap. She was so angry it made her chest hurt! The breathing beside her gradually stabilized; hearing it, Poe Vaughn’s tapping fingers on the phone grew increasingly indifferent.