Celestial Holdings, President’s Office. Poe Vaughn signed his name on the last page of the document, while Quentin Quinn hung up the phone and said to Poe Vaughn, "The orders have been given; the car has entered the Green Hill Villa domain." A deep voice slipped from his throat as Poe Vaughn closed the document and handed it to Quentin Quinn, his face devoid of any expression. Quentin Quinn took the document and watched Poe Vaughn’s inscrutable demeanor before leaving the President’s office. President Vaughn had just specifically instructed him to let the taxi following Mr. Zhang’s car go inside. He didn’t understand President Vaughn’s intention, but he obeyed the orders, albeit with slight curiosity. Mr. Zhang was being followed, and President Vaughn allowed the person tracking him inside; perhaps this tracker is no ordinary person. Meanwhile, at Green Hill Villa. Mr. Zhang drove the car smoothly into the villa, parking in the designated spot. At the same time, the taxi also parked outside the villa’s ornate gates, and Lauren got out. Without a moment’s hesitation. Mr. Zhang and Ms. Wei got out of the car and looked at the taxi parked outside the gate and Lauren stepping out. Ms. Wei scrutinized Lauren, then said to Mr. Zhang, "Watch her, I’ll inform the lady of the house." Mr. Zhang nodded, standing there watching Lauren, who seemed utterly unafraid, calmly surveying the villa. This taxi making it here was clearly because of the master’s intention. Though he didn’t know why the master let this person follow, since the master gave the order, he said no more. Ms. Wei entered the villa and quickly informed Sharon Sheridan about being followed. Sharon Sheridan listened, her eyebrows raising slightly, "All the way to the house entrance?" Ms. Wei lowered her head, "Yes, madam." Ms. You went to the window to look out at Lauren. Sharon Sheridan said, "Then let’s wait." Ms. Wei was puzzled; wait? What does that mean? Though mystified, Ms. Wei didn’t ask, taking Sharon Sheridan’s orders and carrying the thermal container to the kitchen. Sharon Sheridan said, "You, make some tea." Ms. You saw Lauren, scrutinized her closely to gain a rough understanding. Upon hearing Sharon Sheridan’s words, she replied, "Yes." And turned to make tea. Read full story at novel·fıre·net Sharon Sheridan continued playing with Ava’s little turtle on the sofa. She placed Ava’s little turtle on the coffee table, feeding it, teasing it. She had just returned a short while ago. It was perfect timing. Lauren stood outside the gate, thoroughly examining the villa inside and out, then suppressed her surging emotions and pressed the doorbell. At this moment, she finally looked inside, her eyes shining. Ava, oh Ava, you truly have latched onto someone influential. The doorbell rang through to the living room, and Sharon Sheridan said, "Ms. Wei, answer the door." Ms. Wei was in the kitchen cleaning the thermal container after Ava’s meal; hearing Sharon Sheridan’s words, she immediately washed and dried her hands and walked briskly out. She headed straight to the door, her steps unhurried. Lauren stood outside, her posture straight as a rod, even adjusting her attire so as not to embarrass Ava. Seeing Ms. Wei emerge from inside, Lauren stood even straighter, her expression exceedingly serious. Truly, more serious than ever before. Ms. Wei arrived at the ornate iron gate and directly opened it, not asking any questions. Lauren was surprised, not asking who she was? Lauren watched as the expensive gate opened for her and Ms. Wei gestured to invite her in, leaving Lauren dumbfounded. This... isn’t how she imagined it? Ms. Wei saw Lauren standing still outside and spoke up, "Miss, please come in." Lauren snapped back, hurriedly nodding, "Alright." She walked in, her demeanor reverting to earnest seriousness, yet inside, thoughts swirled. She even felt as if she’d entered a lion’s den, fearing she might fall into a trap at any moment. Inside, she was very tense and scared, but outwardly she didn’t show a hint. Following Ms. Wei inside, she walked into the understatedly luxurious, aristocratic atmosphere of the living room. At this moment, Lauren’s tension heightened, even trembling, daring not to look around. She felt an overwhelming pressure, causing her fear, making her too scared to raise her eyes. Even, she bowed her head. Ms. Wei led Lauren before Sharon Sheridan, and then withdrew. Sharon Sheridan looked at Lauren, scanned her from head to toe, and then with a kind smile said, "Young lady, have a seat." Hearing Sharon Sheridan’s gentle voice, Lauren immediately looked up, her eyes wide, gazing at Sharon Sheridan on the sofa, "You..." But she couldn’t utter another word. This voice... wasn’t it the one she heard on the phone, calling for Ava? "What’s the matter, young lady?" Sharon Sheridan seemed unaware of Lauren’s thoughts, smiling as she asked, showing no sign of authority, just kindness. Lauren opened then closed her mouth, thoughts racing through her mind, pressing down countless emotions, she bowed her head, "Hello, ma’am, I’m Ava’s assistant, my name is Lauren Howell, I apologize for intruding, and please forgive me." Sharon Sheridan observed Lauren’s respectful demeanor and smiled more deeply, "So you’re Ava’s assistant, please sit." "Don’t remain standing or be formal, treat this place like your own home." Lauren’s heart trembled, her hands shaking; she dared not dream of having such a home. Cautiously seated, Sharon Sheridan said, "Young lady, have some tea." A steaming cup of tea had already been placed before Lauren; she gazed at the steaming cup, her heart quivering again. She felt, perhaps she had made a mistake. She shouldn’t have come here. But, as things stood, saying anything now wouldn’t change it. Nervously, she picked up the teacup, sipped a little, then set it down, holding her hands together respectfully watching Sharon Sheridan. Sharon Sheridan drank her tea, not rushing to speak, evidently waiting for Lauren to speak. Seeing Sharon Sheridan’s demeanor, Lauren’s forehead began to sweat coldly. What it means to be powerful without anger, this elderly lady was the perfect example. Her years alongside Ava in the modeling world acquainted her with many influential figures; this lady before her was one so colossal she couldn’t afford to offend her, necessitating careful handling. She mustn’t drag Ava down. This time, she truly felt Ava’s secrecy was justified. Ideas darted through her mind as Lauren said, "Recently, Ava’s whereabouts have been erratic and abnormal, she hasn’t confided in me, which worries me greatly. I’ve followed and investigated her for days without finding anything, so when I saw Ava get out of a car today, I followed it here to understand the situation and beg your forgiveness." After speaking, Lauren added, "Ava isn’t aware of any of this, it’s unrelated to her, please don’t trouble her." Facing this influential figure, Lauren felt no means of escape. Sharon Sheridan listened as Lauren spoke, and once Lauren finished, she set down her teacup, her face still adorned with a gentle smile, "So that’s it." "I was unsure what Ava was hiding, and Ava is always so kind-hearted and genuine, I worried she might be misled, so I resorted to this, seeking your understanding." Constantly seeking forgiveness, Lauren’s posture was exceedingly humble. Sharon Sheridan saw the sincerity in Lauren’s eyes, her smile deepening, "For Ava to have a friend like you is Ava’s fortune." Lauren was momentarily stunned, surprised by Sharon Sheridan’s words. How did this elderly lady know she was Ava’s friend? Could it be, she knew from the start?