The scorching sun blazed over Aurelia, roasting the entire city until it felt like it would sizzle in a frying pan. Ava Sterling stood under the blazing sun. She wore a V-neck, wide-strap camisole top and extremely wide, thin pants made of a sandy cotton-linen material. These pants were so long they almost brushed the ground but looked incredibly chic. They subtly revealed her long, straight legs. Ava was naturally slim and tall; her top was cropped, slightly exposing her slender waist, while the high-waisted pants emphasized her graceful proportions—a perfect three-seven split—a stunning beauty. Simple yet confident, bright yet grand. Her long hair remained pinned up with a hairpin, complementing her hairstyle perfectly. Any outfit, be it shirt or skirt, matched this look. She wore it every day and never tired of it. At this moment, Ava held her fish tank, looking at the person who had called out to her from the front. The young man was full of youth, vitality, very vigorous, especially his passionate demeanor—a true reflection of a young person. Reckless and fearless. Ava couldn’t help but lament inwardly; youth indeed is wonderful. It was the young man who had just exited the Ferrari who stopped her, for some unknown reason. Ava wasn’t curious, more so intrigued. How odd, a car accident without resolving it over the phone, instead calling out to a stranger on the street. Interesting, truly interesting. Julian Rhodes watched Ava stop, her beautiful face shimmering under the sunlight, unreal in its beauty. He approached, pulled out his phone: "Phone." A direct command, undeniably self-centered. Ava’s brow twitched in surprise, then she burst into laughter. A young man involved in a car accident asking for the phone number of an unrelated passerby—what an absurd mistake! Has it rained red today? Ava laughed uncontrollably, feeling as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world. With the fish tank she held frozen in surprise, Ava crossed her arms and approached Julian, smiling and examining him. Julian didn’t flinch as Ava approached, his gaze locked on hers, showing no panic but rather a bold calmness. Ava stood before Julian, scrutinizing this youthful face, and unable to resist an internal clap of praise. Truly, handsome people look alike; seeing his young face, she found a resemblance to Poe Vaughn, especially the nose and eyebrows, as if carved from the same mold—truly superior. Ava’s gaze swept over Julian’s face, then down to his attire. White shirt, beige casual pants, flat canvas shoes. The shirt was very relaxed; he wore it casually, with two buttons undone to reveal his collarbones, sleeves rolled up to expose youthful arms. The sleeves looked casually rolled, appearing even more reckless. A digital watch adorned his wrist, clearly a luxury brand despite being an electronic watch. It can be said that this young man’s entire appearance screamed wealth, announcing him as a rich young heir worthy of pursuit. Ava’s smile deepened as her gaze returned to Julian’s face, and she laughingly said, "Kiddo, did you say something, a phone?" Julian showed no fear being scrutinized by Ava, instead exuding confidence, well aware of his charm, unfazed by Ava’s scrutiny. In fact, while Ava assessed him, he deliberately projected his wealthy, handsome aura. With attributes, one must reveal them. Julian Rhodes never hid his assets; humility was an unknown concept to him. However, Ava’s laughter, especially the term ’kiddo’, sounded extremely jarring to him. Julian frowned instantly, his expression turning grim: "What did you call me?" Ava eyed his instantaneous mood change, raising an eyebrow, her smile deepening. "Kiddo, surely you can see I’m older than you?" "I know you’re older, so what?" "You fit my aesthetic; I want your phone number." Ava was rarely astonished. So... this young man took a liking to her? Ava knew her allure well, but it seemed those who liked her were always older, never younger. When did such young admirers emerge? Seeing Ava’s expression entirely void of intention to give her phone number, Julian grew impatient: "Hurry up!" "My patience is limited." Ava immediately laughed. Ava Sterling had numerous admirers; it could be said those who adored her could circle the globe. But never had she witnessed such arrogance; spotting someone and demanding a phone number so dominantly and imposingly, completely disregarding the other’s feelings, heedlessly. It seemed as though he was the ultimate ruler, everyone obliged to obey. Finally, Ava grew slightly curious about the young man’s identity. For him to possess such superiority, acting so recklessly, must indicate an exceedingly high status; otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense. Ava curled her lips: "Who’s your father?" Julian was extremely impatient now; had he not been waiting for Ava to give her number, he would have already exploded. Unexpectedly, after waiting so long, he received such an abrupt question. He didn’t wish to speak further, directly pulling Ava by the hand towards the Ferrari parked in the middle of the road. Meanwhile, Aunt Wei was holding the fish tank, dialing a number. She was calling Poe Vaughn. Faced with such a situation, she naturally called Poe Vaughn. And at this moment, at Celestial Group. Numerous executives sat in silence, heads down, looking at their documents, not daring to make a sound. Because Poe Vaughn was on the phone. "Sir, I went out with the madam to buy turtle food, a young man had a car accident, got out and stopped the madam, asking for her phone number." "The madam doesn’t know this young man at all, but he’s very rude, with a bad attitude." Aunt Wei’s voice came from the phone, clearly reaching his ears. A deep change occurred in Poe Vaughn’s eyes. Aunt Wei looked around, quickly replied: "We’re on Alaric Avenue, near the intersection, we..." Aunt Wei kept watch over Ava’s situation, observing Julian forcefully pulling Ava towards the Ferrari. Her expression changed, words forgotten, immediately rushing forward: "What are you doing, let go of our madam!" With this remark passed on, the call ended, the sound completely gone. At this moment, surrounding silence ensued. The executives noticeably sensed the wrong atmosphere, instinctively glancing at the person seated at the front. And upon the glance, startled. Poe Vaughn held his phone, eyes slightly lowered, his finely chiseled face icy cold. As if, in an instant, frost enveloped this visage, chilling enough to make hearts tremble.