As soon as Ava Sterling walked into the president’s office, she immediately felt a wave of cold air hit her, making her want to turn around and leave on the spot. But a quick sound of the door closing behind her promptly interrupted this impulse. So, at this very moment, she stood there, unmoving, looking at the person sitting on the sofa ahead. No doubt about it, that person wasn’t sitting in the large office chair working, but rather on the sofa, legs crossed, eyes fixed on her. Those deep-set eyes were like an abyss in the night; the moment she walked in, it was as if she stood on the edge of a cliff. A gentle push from someone behind would send her tumbling in. This feeling... truly made Ava Sterling’s heart turn cold in an instant. Quentin Quinn said this person was in a bad mood, but she felt Quentin Quinn was being too mild. This person wasn’t just in a bad mood; he was in a very bad one. Ava looked at the person with eyes fixed on her, yet saw no hint of his emotions, only the chilly wind blowing towards her, making her too afraid to move. The atmosphere was quiet. All the sounds in the president’s office seemed to be paused at this moment, even the air was frozen, and time seemed to stand still. The person sitting on the other side of the sofa saw Ava Sterling suddenly appear and was briefly stunned, but quickly stood up and said, "Miss Sterling is here?" This sentence could be said to instantly break the dreadful atmosphere in the president’s office. Ava Sterling immediately breathed a sigh of relief, as if someone had been choking her neck, completely unable to breathe, a moment ago. And in this moment, she could breathe. Gratefully, she looked at the person who spoke, but she didn’t expect, at this glance, to be stunned. The president’s office didn’t only have Poe Vaughn, but another person, wearing a suit, with a round belly and round face, an exceedingly ’prosperous-looking’ middle-aged man. And this middle-aged man was none other than the vice president of MK, Eugene Yates. As the spokesperson for MK, Ava Sterling had of course seen MK’s vice president before, so at this moment, as soon as she saw him, Ava immediately recognized him. Instantly, Ava Sterling’s heart skipped a beat. She immediately looked towards the person sitting on the sofa. Could there be an issue with the collaboration between Celestial Holdings and MK? Poe Vaughn had already withdrawn his gaze, standing up and heading to the desk. Clearly, he was going to start working, and idle people shouldn’t stay here. Seeing this, Eugene Yates quickly said, "Miss Sterling and President Vaughn probably have matters to discuss, so I’ll take my leave first and not disturb Miss Sterling and President Vaughn any further." After speaking, he gave Ava Sterling an exceptionally polite smile: "Miss Sterling, next time if there’s an opportunity, we at MK would like to properly treat you to a meal." This respectful address made Ava Sterling’s heart skip a beat. After all, the person in front of her wasn’t an ordinary person; he was MK’s vice president, worth billions, and a person like him had no need to speak to her as a spokesperson with such politeness. Moreover, Eugene Yates was already in his fifties, nearing sixty. At that age, for him to use such an address, made her feel both flattered and uneasy, unable to accept. Ava hurriedly said, "No need, no need, you’re too kind." "It’s what you deserve, entirely." Both were extremely polite, and Eugene Yates didn’t stay much longer. After speaking, he quickly left. In no time, the president’s office quieted down, gradually returning to its previous dreadful atmosphere. Extremely solemn, extremely cold, utterly terrifying. Ava Sterling looked at the person who had picked up the document while sitting in the large office chair; clearly, he didn’t consider her a person, just treated her as thin air. Her presence was completely insignificant to him. Ava didn’t move, didn’t speak, nor did she move forward; she just stood there, looking at the person behind the desk, thoughts racing in her mind. Since she was already here, she couldn’t run away; no matter how scared she was, she couldn’t run. For the sake of her bright future and prospects, she had to courageously forge ahead. However, given the situation, she couldn’t just run over blindly like before and ask questions; she needed to carefully ponder and figure out exactly why he was in a bad mood, where the problem lay, and then take targeted action to mend and resolve the issue. But as she thought about all this, she failed to notice that Poe Vaughn’s presence grew increasingly solemn, and the atmosphere in the president’s office grew ever quieter. The silence was terrifying. It was as if dark clouds were rolling in, and shortly, there would be thunder and lightning, gusts and heavy rain. A sudden sound broke out; the person sitting in the large office chair put down the paper and pressed the intercom. The secretary’s voice came from the receiver. Poe Vaughn spoke, "Call security to have Miss Sterling leave." Ava was still considering how to solve this monumental problem when the sudden click interrupted her thoughts, startling her. Before she could even react from the fright, she heard his cold and ruthless words, and Ava’s eyes widened in an instant. Why did he suddenly call to have security escort her out, what did he mean by that? Was it that he didn’t even want to see her anymore? At that, Ava didn’t care about anything and directly rushed over, quickly saying, "Don’t listen to him!" "Don’t make the call!" Upon saying that, she directly removed Poe Vaughn’s hand from the intercom, disconnecting the call. At this point, Poe Vaughn finally raised his eyes, looking at Ava Sterling. His gaze was deep, but it held no warmth, not a trace of emotion. He said, "Is Miss Sterling here to sign the divorce papers?" Without waiting for Ava to speak, he continued, "The divorce agreement has already been prepared by Quentin Quinn..." "What divorce agreement!" Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel•fire.net "Did I say I wanted a divorce?" "I just asked you this morning, I wasn’t seriously saying I wanted a divorce from you?" "Besides, why would I want a divorce? Where else would I find such a wealthy patron like you? I’d be crazy to think about divorcing you!" Not waiting for Poe Vaughn to finish, Ava burst out, rattling off rapidly without caring about anything else. And at that moment, as she uttered her last sentence, the icy chill within the president’s office instantly dissipated. The terrifying atmosphere, the looming dark clouds were gone in the blink of an eye. Poe Vaughn studied this furious woman, noticed the anger, urgency, and nervousness in her eyes. No pretense, every word, every sentence was genuine. His eyes flickered, his body relaxed, and he leaned back in his chair, observing Ava. His legs crossed, arms intertwined over his lap, exuding an aura of dominance, mastery over everything. He returned to his usual self, showing not a trace of his previously foul mood. "And yet, constantly asking when the divorce would be, does Miss Sterling really think I’d believe?" He’s addressing her as Miss Sterling now, no longer using Mrs. Vaughn, clearly trying to draw a line, wanting a divorce. Damn it! How could he be so petty? Indeed, like nobody else in the world! In her mind, a thousand horses galloped by, but Ava showed none of it on her face. She straightened up, undiminished in spirit: "Why wouldn’t I ask!" "You’re the client, controlling everything, unlike me being the client. If I were the client, would I need to ask you every day?" "Moreover, get it straight; we’re in a fake marriage!" "Do you even understand what a fake marriage means? From your perspective, you’re brimming with security; you lose nothing, enjoy everything, and gain plenty, but for me, it’s different. I’ve lost both my body and heart, gaining nothing. Can I have any sense of security?" "Can we even compare?" "If I don’t ask clearly to plan for my future, am I really going to think that we’ll stay in this fake marriage forever? Grow old with you? Keep dreaming!" Ava crossed her arms, growing more and more furious as she spoke, and eventually, turned around, fed up with even looking at him. He’s such a mighty figure, no matter who he collaborates with, he profits. But for someone like her, striving upwards and barely able to catch hold of someone like him, it’s not easy at all. Naturally, she’d go to great lengths to keep him, so how could she genuinely want a divorce? Of course, before seeing Erin Quincy, she did think of ending their cooperation sooner and getting divorced sooner, but she never intended to bring up divorce with him. After all, he held all the power, not her. Even if she brought it up and he didn’t listen, wouldn’t it be useless? Therefore, what was there for him not to believe? A flash of insight crossed Ava’s mind; she immediately turned around, looking at the one watching her: "Are you in a bad mood because of the words I said this morning?"