"Don’t know? Aren’t you, you two, together? How could you not know?" Poe Vaughn was silent. Sharon Sheridan furrowed her brows. He said he didn’t know, so he truly didn’t know. After pondering for a while, she said, "I’ll call Ava." Poe Vaughn’s eyes shifted slightly, fingers curling, "No need." Sharon Sheridan paused, her old eyes slightly narrowed, "Do you have a solution?" Sharon Sheridan said no more. This matter is quite severe, but she trusts her grandson. "Alright then, you solve it." "However, if it’s hard to solve, tell Grandma, and she’ll handle it." The call hung up as Poe Vaughn lowered the phone. At this moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, a sharp glint fleeting in his gaze. Ava Sterling, you entered the Vaughn Family, so you won’t have your way anymore. Ava was driving to the company while thinking about how to make up for the morning’s mistake. Soon, she had an idea. By noon, she’d find him, fixing the mistake! Read complete version only at novel·fıre·net Determined, she pressed the accelerator, the car speeding forward faster. In less than an hour, Ava’s car parked in the company’s underground lot. She went straight upstairs to Eric’s office. This time, she didn’t see that irritating person anymore. Eric kept his word, not bad. Eric was already in the office, instructing the assistant on some work. He saw Ava and smiled, "You’re here?" Ava threw her bag on the sofa, sat directly on it, legs crossed, arms folded, exuding a queen’s aura, "Where’s the new model?" Eric looked at her stylish outfit, especially the hairpin in her hair, and said, "Your hairpin is nice, very pretty." Ava’s lips curled, "I think it’s pretty too." She particularly liked this hairpin and wore it every day. Eric didn’t ask her where she bought it, anyway, Ava had great taste and a knack for finding treasures. She took a document from the desk and handed it to her, "Take a look, here’s the information on this batch of models." Ava took it, opened it directly, and saw comprehensive details—model names, heights, measurements, even family backgrounds and life experiences were recorded in detail. Ava read carefully and memorized the information. Eric looked at her seriously studying the material, quite satisfied. Once Ava entered the working state, she was extremely focused and diligent. She truly was devoted when it came to her profession. This was something he especially admired. Thus, although Ava’s personality was occasionally explosive and hard to talk to, because of this trait, Eric was exceptionally tolerant, even indulging and doting on her. "These models are recruited from all over the country. Some are from good families, while others are from impoverished backgrounds but have good potential. Their characters vary, and ordinarily, they might be hard to manage, but you can handle them." While looking through the information and photos, Ava heard Eric’s words, "You’re making me a devil coach now, huh?" "Just right, I’ll play the villain, and you’ll be the good guy. Together, we gain abundantly." His words were straightforward yet pointed, causing Eric to laugh, not denying, "Of course, who else could do it like you?" "If it were someone else, I wouldn’t even bother." "I don’t care about these matters, only about the money. The funds need to be in place, can’t be short." "Haha... I know, rest assured, everything can be reduced except this issue which can’t be compromised." Ava was satisfied, having finished reviewing the materials, she stood up, tossing the document aside, "Let’s go, I want to see what kind of monsters we have." The training area was downstairs, Eric had someone clear out one room specifically for the new models’ training. At this moment, all the new models were inside, gathered and chatting. No one was supervising them; Eric had them brought here but then left them unattended. Initially quiet, they now engaged in soft conversations, the atmosphere noticeably livelier. However, upon closer inspection, two factions were evident. One was overwhelmingly united, everyone surrounding one person, while the other was a lone individual, sitting isolated in a corner, head down, seemingly ostracized. "Hey, I heard that girl was found by Sister Eric from the backwoods, doesn’t know anything. What was Sister Eric thinking bringing someone like that?" "Probably judged on her appearance; she has decent physical attributes." Upon hearing this, everyone laughed, "Her appearance decent? What about our Roxanne then?" "Exactly, talking about decent appearance, it’s still our Roxanne. Who here can compare to Roxanne?" "Yes, Roxanne not only has a great figure but also a beautiful face, something we can only envy." "Not only a great figure and face, but also a good familial background; our Roxanne is truly a proud daughter of fortune." They praised her one after another, and the girl who initially commented hurriedly joined in. Suddenly, the training room was filled with flattering voices. And as the praised subject, Roxanne Sawyer, her mouth curled into a smile, her arrogant brows becoming even more smug. Even the jealousy she had towards the person in the corner disappeared. No denying it, she was jealous of that person in the corner, because her proportions were truly excellent, her physique naturally gifted. Before meeting this person, she always believed herself to be the most perfect, most outstanding, but upon encountering this person, she was deeply affected. Even more striking was that such a perfectly shaped individual emerged from an impoverished area. How could this not anger her? Make her jealous? Unpleasant? Everyone continued their chatter, and Roxanne Sawyer had had enough flattery, she said, "Alright, alright, since we’re all here, we’re all partners." "As partners, we should be together; how can we leave someone alone?" While speaking, she signaled someone beside her to beckon the one in the corner over. The person understood her intention and quickly went over. Everyone watched, not speaking further. The person walked up to the corner, lightly kicking the foot of the one sitting on the ground. Simone Cole looked up. She had a face that was extremely androgynous, leaning towards masculine features, yet she was born with a pair of peach blossom eyes, balancing the androgynous vibe, so she didn’t appear too masculine. However, whether due to her inherently cold nature or something else, her face was icy, even her eyes were chilly. At this glance, she startled the person who kicked her. "You... what’s with those eyes? Roxanne thinks we’re all part of the same batch, partners, so partners should be together. You’re here alone, making it seem like we’re bullying you." "Come on, join me over there." Startled by Simone’s gaze, feeling even more displeased, the person spoke sharply, akin to an order. Roxanne Sawyer remained silent, evidently encouraging this behavior. As Roxanne stayed quiet, the others followed suit, all watching the scene unfold. Simone Cole heard the words spoken and looked towards the group, those dozen or so were watching her, their gazes filled with curiosity, displeasure, scorn, even disdain and condescension. She lowered her head again, refusing to look or move. "You... what is that supposed to mean? You’re not coming?" The person was dumbfounded, even glanced towards Roxanne for help. Roxanne’s face turned directly cold. Upon seeing this, nobody dared to speak. Roxanne Sawyer looked at the person sitting stubbornly, clearly from a backward area, not even worthy to lace her shoes, now daring to disobey her. Today, she’d make sure she knew who Roxanne Sawyer was. Roxanne Sawyer got up to approach. Meanwhile, the elevator on this floor opened, Ava and Eric stepped out. They headed straight towards the training room, but before reaching it, Ava’s steps halted.