Sharon Sheridan looked at Lauren Howell’s shock and laughed, "Ava is our Vaughn Family’s granddaughter-in-law. I know her temperament very well, so Miss Halloway need not worry." "With the Vaughn Family around, no one can deceive Ava." "Miss Halloway, rest assured." In just a few words, Lauren Howell’s recent doubts were all resolved. However, Lauren Howell was still stunned. The Vaughn Family? Granddaughter-in-law? Ava’s got a connection she’ll never have to worry about in her life! Lauren Howell stayed in the villa for nearly an hour before leaving. And as she watched the taxi drive away, Mrs. You returned to the living room, coming beside Sharon Sheridan: "Madam, the person has left." Sharon Sheridan nodded, looked at the small turtle in the fish tank craning its neck at her, an extremely satisfied smile on her face: "Ava is a good child, and the people around her are good children, too." Mrs. You smiled, "Didn’t you already know that?" After learning of Ava Sterling’s existence, Sharon Sheridan investigated all the people around her thoroughly. Who was good and who was bad, Sharon Sheridan knew very clearly. Sharon Sheridan didn’t reply, she just tapped the little turtle’s head with her finger, and the turtle immediately drew its head back into its shell, incredibly cute. She laughed, "This little turtle is really adorable, just like Ava." Following Sharon Sheridan’s words, Mrs. You looked at the little turtle in the fish tank. Although it had retracted its neck, its tiny eyes kept gazing outside, extremely lively. Mrs. You nodded with a smile, "Indeed." Lauren got into the car, and the taxi drove away from the Greenhill Villa into the city center, with the continuous hustle and bustle outside, yet Lauren was like a wooden figure, showing no reaction. Since getting into the car, she hadn’t moved, as if her soul had left her body, and she was not herself anymore. The conversation with Sharon Sheridan and the revelations she received had left her shocked over and over; she needed time to digest it. Even after getting into the car, she didn’t respond when the driver spoke to her. The driver glanced through the rearview mirror at Lauren, who was visibly still, and asked again, "Miss, are you okay?" In truth, Lauren was quite conscious; she knew the driver was speaking to her and clearly understood what he was saying, but her mind was very confused right now. She needed more time. She had to carefully think about how to talk to Ava. Her concern was whether her following and appearance would bring trouble to Ava, and she was particularly worried about that. An hour later, the driver drove the car back, parking steadily at the company’s parking strip. "Miss, say something, you’re making your uncle really worried." The driver switched off the car and turned to look at Lauren Howell. This state of Lauren was quite concerning. At this moment, Lauren looked down, closed her eyes, then turned to look at the company’s entrance, clutching her phone tightly, her mind resolute. She had to speak to Ava. Otherwise, she feared destroying all that Ava had painstakingly achieved up to now. The Vaughn Family, oh, what significant figures they were. If Ava was connected to them as a granddaughter-in-law, she would be unstoppable from now on. No one could bully her ever again. She absolutely could not let Ava go from good days back to hard times! Thinking this, Lauren quickly opened the car door, immediately got out, and hurried into the company. This matter couldn’t be delayed; Ava had to be told now. At that moment, in the training room. Ava Sterling was teaching the models how to walk the runway, demonstrating how to swing their hands and manage their aura. She taught earnestly, oblivious to the unexpected events that had happened within just a few hours. "Alright, everyone, walk through it once." After correcting the models’ moves once more, Ava stood at the front and had each of them do a walkthrough. Everyone listened attentively, doing exactly as Ava instructed, and soon began striding forward. Ava stood with one arm crossed, touching her chin, carefully observing each model’s steps, their arcs, gestures, and aura. Then, she frowned. Teaching others has its frustrations; what feels easy and simple to you seems incredibly difficult for others to execute. Especially meeting her own standards, it was even harder. Thus, Ava felt dissatisfied, no matter how she looked. In her profession, she was exceptionally critical. So, despite teaching with dedication and the models learning with genuine effort, she was still not pleased. She just felt it wasn’t good. The models finished walking, then looked at Ava, noticing her displeased expression, causing them to lower their heads immediately. They were quite afraid. Ava was strict in class, her words blunt — good was good, bad was bad. Thus, they’d sustained considerable blows in the last few days. Especially today, after so many corrections from Ava, they became tense. Ava frowned, deep in thought. Even after the models finished walking, she said nothing, her brow only knitting tighter. The models thought Ava was about to get angry, so they all stood there, as tense as wooden mannequins, not daring to move an inch. But Ava didn’t explode. On the contrary, she was exceedingly calm, not making a sound. This made everyone even more anxious, like the calm before a storm, unsure of how terrifying the next moment would be. At this moment, everyone held their breath, nerves stretched so taut that even a pin drop would be audible in the training room. Lauren Howell came out of the elevator, headed straight to the training room, wasting no time. In her haste, she walked quickly, the urgent pace audible from outside. Ava, lost in thought, was unsettled by the sudden footsteps she heard. This update is available on NoveI(F)ire.net Yet, she said nothing, continuing to ponder. Soon after, Lauren Howell’s voice came from outside: "Ava!" Urgent, tense, and serious, Lauren’s voice carried all sorts of emotions, as if facing a tremendous situation. Ava’s brow instantly furrowed tightly, turning to look at the person standing outside the door. Lauren Howell’s face was pale, her lips pressed tight, her expression serious and grave, fear and guilt all mixed in. This was the first time Ava had seen Lauren look this way. She didn’t speak, instead scrutinizing Lauren intently. Ava’s composure only made Lauren more anxious, and she quickly entered, paying no mind to the models watching her, saying rapidly, "Come out with me; I need to tell you something." Not waiting for Ava’s response, Lauren immediately pulled her out.