The voice, tinged with anger, came through along with that completely cold face, and Poe Vaughn spoke: "Drive the car to the next intersection." The driver, upon receiving the order, immediately said, "Yes." He stepped on the gas, and instantly, the car moved forward. Ava Sterling stood in the lobby, watching as the understated luxury Bentley finally shifted its noble four wheels, and she felt a sense of relief. This person just had to get angry with him. After hanging up the phone, Ava walked out directly, heading for the intersection ahead. Her high heels clicked loudly as she walked, her tall figure exuding an aura, like a rose in full bloom under the scorching sun, dazzling enough to catch the attention of those around her. Someone even rolled down their car window and whistled at her. Ava didn’t even glance at them, striding forward with the air of aloofness and arrogance. "Hey beauty, what’s your phone number?" Ava continued walking, quickly distancing herself from the company, while a car drove up, slowly trailing Ava as she walked alongside the road. The window rolled down, revealing a young man in his twenties at the driver’s seat. He was the same person who had whistled earlier. Ava looked straight ahead, her face expressionless as she eyed the intersection. The Bentley was parked on the roadside with its hazard lights on, waiting for her. The man, seeing Ava completely ignore him as if he were air, became even more interested. He honked his horn and said, "Hey beauty, if you don’t tell me, I’ll just keep following you." As he spoke, he kept pressing the horn, making it beep continuously. Up ahead, the driver heard the noise from behind, checked the rearview mirror, and saw a car crawling behind, then looked to the side of the road to see Ava steadfastly walking, the car almost keeping pace with her. The driver probably understood what was going on. He checked the rearview mirror, looking at the person in the back seat. Poe Vaughn was watching through the rearview mirror, his gaze locked onto the person coming increasingly closer. He stared at the person inside, his eyes unmoving, seemingly unaware that a car was following Ava. Seeing this, the driver looked away, choosing not to watch anymore. The gentleman probably knew but just chose to stay put. Original content can be found at novel-fire.net The blaring horn at Ava’s ear was making her temples throb painfully. She frowned, her face becoming increasingly unpleasant. There are a lot of jerks in this world, and it’s their existence that highlights the beauty of the world. Ava didn’t intend to respond because she was almost there. The man noticed Ava was still not stopping, but the change in her facial expression was obvious, which was a reaction after all. He was quite satisfied, continuing to honk and say, "Hey beauty, give me your number." Ava picked up her pace, her face getting darker, looking somewhat frightening. "Yo, are you angry now?" "But even when you’re angry, you’re beautiful. You’re my type, a cool beauty." The man spoke, sizing up Ava, and his interest grew stronger. "I’m Sean Sawyer, what’s your name?" "My number is 19..., what’s yours?" "Beauty, say something. Your voice must be beautiful, I want to hear it." Hearing this, Ava’s temple veins started throbbing violently, becoming gruesome. The greasy words made her want to throw up the lunch and medicine she had at noon. Fortunately, the Bentley wasn’t far away now, and Ava quickened her pace, heading swiftly towards the car. At this point, the driver got out of the car and opened the rear door of the Bentley. Even though the man was attempting to chat with Ava and get her attention, his mind wasn’t entirely muddled, he was talking to Ava while driving and watching the road ahead. And after saying all these things which Ava ignored, he looked forward, planning to find something else to say. But then, he saw a car parked ahead, and it turned out to be a limited edition Bentley, of which there are only five in the world! He knew about this car; it was booked as soon as it came out, priced terrifyingly high, with comfort that was frighteningly excellent. Not something an ordinary wealthy person could buy. At that moment, the driver’s side door of the Bentley opened, and the driver got out, moving to the rear and opening the door. The driver was facing Ava as he opened the door, looking directly at her. The man was dumbfounded. He looked at the driver, then followed the driver’s gaze, focusing on Ava. At this moment, his eyes widened, and he slammed on the brakes.