The Bentley stopped outside the mansion gates, the car door opened, and Poe Vaughn got out. The mansion was already lit, though it wasn’t dark yet. Mrs. Wei heard the noise and hurried out: "Sir, you’re back?" Poe Vaughn looked at the interior lights, seemingly missing someone, making the bright light seem lonely. He walked in, and Mrs. Wei took the suit jacket from his hands, saying, "I’ve prepared dinner, I’ll bring it out now." After putting Poe Vaughn’s jacket away, Mrs. Wei hurried to the kitchen to bring out the prepared dishes one by one. They were home-cooked meals, but though they seemed ordinary, the method was different, very exquisite and meticulous. Whether it’s food or items, being good must involve attention to detail. And in these aspects, Poe Vaughn was extremely particular. Ava Sterling said Poe Vaughn was picky particularly in these areas, especially food that others can’t make, like Mrs. Wei’s family recipes, are rare. Actually, it’s fine, Poe Vaughn isn’t someone who won’t eat anything not made by Mrs. Wei; he eats normally outside, it’s just a matter of frequency. "Originally, I prepared for both Madam and Sir, but Madam went to eat with friends, so I only made for Sir." Sharon Sheridan always advocated not wasting, make as much as will be eaten, and the family’s children were raised this way. Mrs. Wei’s cooking was too; if Poe Vaughn eats at home, she prepares for him alone, adding more if there are guests. This way, even if there’s leftovers, it won’t be much. And even leftovers would be professionally handled for proper use, never wasted. Poe Vaughn looked at the steaming dishes on the table, speaking: "When did Madam leave?" Mrs. Wei paused while serving soup for Poe Vaughn, put down the spoon and the bowl, replied: "Madam left shortly after asking if Sir would dine at home tonight." After saying this, Mrs. Wei looked at Poe Vaughn, observing his expression. Before Madam joined the household, she’d never seen sir fancy anyone or care about anyone, but ever since Madam joined, it felt different. Even though Sir still maintained a cold demeanor that seemed unapproachable, whenever Madam was there, Sir’s gaze was always on her. Such care, such fondness. Tonight, Sir said he’d dine at home, surely intending to dine with Madam; especially after the afternoon’s event, Sir must be concerned for Madam. Considering this, Mrs. Wei said: "Madam is dining with friends; she should return after the meal, so Sir need not worry." Poe Vaughn picked up the bowl and chopsticks to eat, showing no apparent emotion. Mrs. Wei wasn’t sure if her words were appropriate, but one thing was certain, Sir was still concerned for Madam, or perhaps hoping for her return. Mrs. Wei quietly left after placing the soup beside Poe Vaughn, leaving the mansion tranquil. As usual, not a sound in excess. Poe Vaughn ate silently, his sight settling where Ava Sterling usually sat. Usually, Ava Sterling’s dining was always accompanied by some noise, not quiet at all. But this sound and movement didn’t mean she smacked her lips, on the contrary, not at all. She just loved chatting, for example, upon eating something delicious she’d call out to Mrs. Wei, complimenting the dish as tastier than what she’d eat outside or make herself, praising Mrs. Wei as remarkable. Ava Sterling never withheld praise. If she thought something was good, she praised it immediately. At the table, aside from this, she loved sneaky little actions, like deliberately serving him dishes he wasn’t fond of, saying he shouldn’t be picky, as a balanced diet was crucial for health. Now as his wife, she was to supervise him, helping him change this bad habit. Her words were so righteous yet she was teasing him. Her intentions were clear to him. Yet despite this, he still ate. Seeing him eat, she’d then restrain herself, quickly serving him favored dishes diligently, caring deeply. She feared upsetting him, knowing better yet couldn’t help but tease; after teasing, she’d soothe him, being both daring and cautious. He wasn’t one for noise; normally her chatter would have long been silenced by him, yet hearing her speak wasn’t noisy, even felt pleasant. Like a nightingale, extremely melodious, even addictive, enchanting. Chewing the meal silently, Poe Vaughn gazed at the empty seat, finding tonight’s meal quite tasteless. Ava Sterling drove to the address Jace Kingsley had sent her, parked the car, then messaged Jace Kingsley to tell him she had arrived. After sending the message, Ava Sterling looked at the grand office building outside. Tall, imposing, rivaling Poe Vaughn’s office building. Each one of them exudes immense presence. Ava Sterling sincerely admired, although birth determines fate, she firmly believed individual effort is significant. Like the many wealthy, not everyone wealthy achieves like Poe Vaughn and Jace Kingsley. 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Ava Sterling replied: "No need, you lead the way, I’ve never been here." The woman said no more, gesturing Ava Sterling inside. Ava Sterling didn’t hesitate, carrying her bag and bag, followed the secretary into the company. At the moment, inside the meeting room. Jace Kingsley checked the time, listening to the executives’ reports. Ava Sterling followed the secretary into the elevator, openly observing the surroundings without hiding. Soon, the elevator stopped on the thirty-ninth floor. The woman led Ava Sterling inside. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net "Miss Sterling, this way, please." Following the secretary’s steps, forward, and at this moment.