The sharp and jarring sound of brakes echoed through the skies, and Ava Sterling’s brows furrowed instantly, her expression chilling to the extreme. At this moment, her gaze shifted over, landing on the car that had come to a stop. A Mercedes coupe, priced at just over a million. Indeed, such a car acting this ostentatious; if someone of Poe Vaughn’s stature were here, wouldn’t he ascend to the heavens? Contempt and disdain flickered in Ava Sterling’s eyes as she walked directly to the open car door, stepped inside, and seated herself. The driver glanced at the motionless car parked behind, got into the driver’s seat, and pressed the gas pedal. Soon, the car turned at the corner and drove onto another road. Sean Sawyer sat in his car, watching Ava Sterling get into that Bentley, watching as the Bentley drove off and disappeared from his sight. His eyes widened, his mouth agape, heart filled with boiling excitement. No wonder she looked down on him. A nine-digit Bentley; how could a car like his, worth seven digits, compare? If he had known, he would have driven his eight-digit car. However, even his family’s eight-digit car couldn’t match this one. Tsk tsk, a beauty matched with a luxury car, he accepted his loss graciously. Sean Sawyer flicked on the turn signal, pressed the gas pedal, merging into the traffic. Soon, the Mercedes coupe vanished into the traffic flow. Meanwhile, far behind, a car was parked; it wasn’t a luxury car, just an extremely ordinary taxi. Inside, Lauren Howell sat in the backseat, body leaning forward, hands perched on the front seatbacks, neck extended toward the middle, watching Ava Sterling get into that Bentley with the plate 999. That afternoon, she lost track of the eight-digit Maybach, but she had captured its license plate—it was all ones. Impressive rows of ones. She knew Ava Sterling was hiding a significant secret, making her heart race with anxiety. Under normal circumstances, she would have been eager to find Ava, but she didn’t. Not only did she refrain, but she was also unusually calm, thinking it over and over again, she returned to stakeout at the company. Diligence did pay off; she eventually saw it! She saw a Bentley with the license plate 999 parked outside the company; at that moment, her heart raced furiously, pounding as if it would jump out of her throat. She kept her eyes fixed on that Bentley, not daring to blink. Then, she saw their dear Ava appear in the lobby. Clearly, she saw Ava looking at that Bentley with familiarity, even displeasure, as she pulled out her phone to make a call. After Ava made that call, the Bentley left. And as Ava watched the car drive away, only then did she come out. At that moment, she knew that car was indeed connected to their dear Ava. The car’s occupant was also connected to Ava. Her heart surged with excitement and thrill, without a hint of worry. Because she already had a general outline, a rough story in her mind. Gossip took over her emotions entirely, and she wasn’t afraid at all. If Ava had indeed married, and if this spouse was someone even more impressive than Young Master Kingsley, she thought... she could accept it. "Miss, should we follow?" The driver, the same one from before, wanting to regain his dignity, was fully geared up, ready to tail. Once the Bentley appeared, Lauren Howell was visibly elated. Read complete version only at NoveI(F)ire.net The driver knew then, it was the Bentley they needed to track. However, seeing that the Bentley left without Lauren Howell’s command to follow, the driver became worried. Lauren Howell watched the Bentley disappear down another road, gripping the seat tightly, her eyes gleaming: "No follow!" The driver couldn’t believe it. "Not follow? Miss, then what are we waiting here for today?" "No need to worry about that, your payment won’t be short." He didn’t want money now; he wanted pride... Lauren Howell knew Ava Sterling was highly vigilant, especially when she was purposely concealing something. And just now, that car was clearly driven away by Ava to avoid being discovered. So, she couldn’t let Ava know; she needed to gather enough evidence to leave Ava without denial. Thinking this, Lauren Howell pulled out her phone and opened the photo album. The afternoon’s Maybach, the Bentley from just now, she had captured them all. Now, she needed someone to investigate. Quickly, Lauren Howell dialed a number: "Help me look into two cars." Ava Sterling was unaware that Lauren Howell was tailing her, so intelligently and strategically. After boarding the car, she glanced at the person beside her, placed her bag aside, and frowned, "Aren’t you afraid of being discovered?" "Appearing so directly outside our company, if I get into your car, it would definitely be found out. We can’t do this next time!" Thinking back to the situation just now made Ava’s heart race with anxiety. Lauren Howell had already sensed it, and throughout the afternoon, she made no moves—surely she was investigating her. Though she knew this person was formidable and Lauren couldn’t possibly trace it back to him, what if she did? What if Lauren discovered it? How bothersome would that be? Thinking about this, Ava’s brows knitted tightly, her expression serious. Poe Vaughn held his phone, slightly tapping it with his thumb, his eyes looking forward, deep as ever. The words beside him, both questioning and commanding, filled his ears with stern severity. It seemed like a major issue had occurred, one that couldn’t be taken lightly. Poe Vaughn turned his gaze, looking at the person beside him. Ava Sterling, arms crossed, body turned to face him with her back straight, her expression stern, looked just like an angry teacher scolding a mischievous student, exuding a powerful aura. Poe Vaughn noticed her complexion, her cheeks pale without redness, but on closer inspection, not as energetic as usual, with traces of fatigue and a faint hint of malaise. Of course, this subtle ailment wasn’t visible to just anyone—it was only apparent to him. He raised a hand, placing his large palm on Ava’s forehead. Her eyes widened at him, his flawless face as divine as a god’s right before her, those profound eyes also catching her gaze, causing her heart to race involuntarily. A warmth spread throughout her body. However, quickly, a fleeting thought crossed her mind, causing her eyebrows to furrow.