The receptionist saw Ava Sterling and immediately flashed a particularly respectful smile at her. Ava was preoccupied with her thoughts and headed straight for the elevator. So she didn’t see the receptionist and was unaware that her demeanor might have led to a misunderstanding. The receptionist watched Ava enter the elevator with a blank expression, as if she was about to start a fight, making them feel tense. This content belongs to N0velFire.ɴet Yet, along with the tension came an intense sense of gossip. So, soon enough, they pulled out their phones to send messages. [Supermodel Sterling is here!!!] [She’s here with a murderous aura...] [What’s going on? Supermodel Sterling is here?] [Murderous aura? What do you mean?] [I smell gossip brewing, hurry up and spill, I can’t wait any longer.] The group chat momentarily heated up, and by the time Ava reached the floor where Poe Vaughn was, the receptionist had already analyzed Ava’s demeanor as if she was about to have a quarrel with Poe Vaughn. So, when Ava stepped out of the elevator and passed through the office area, she was met with pairs of eyes filled with tension and gossip. Especially the atmosphere on this floor—it was taut with excitement. As if a thrilling epic battle was about to commence. Ava sensed the strange atmosphere and clearly saw everyone’s demeanor, but she didn’t think much of it and didn’t ask questions, heading straight for Poe Vaughn’s office. The secretary had already received the message and was waiting outside the office. Upon seeing Ava approach, she immediately opened the door for her. Ava went in directly. Soon, the office door closed. And at this moment, the atmosphere on this floor transformed dramatically, with everyone’s expressions showing sheer curiosity. They were no longer afraid. No longer afraid of their boss’s anger. At some point, whenever Supermodel Sterling appeared, everything would settle down smoothly. As the door closed, a thick, tranquil air wafted towards Ava. Ava’s heart tightened further, and her gaze immediately fell on the person sitting at the desk looking at the computer. To be precise, the moment she entered, that computer-focused gaze landed on her face. Their eyes met, and Ava clearly saw the deep, calm gaze. No trace of anomaly could be seen. But that was what made it torturous. Ava tightened her grip on her bag, then quickly walked over, directly to the desk, and reached out to touch Poe Vaughn’s forehead. No matter what, she just wanted to know whether he was ill. Otherwise, she’d feel like she was the one who was ill. Poe Vaughn was looking at an email, and as Ava entered, his gaze landed on her face. But swiftly, his eyes moved back to the computer. Just as he resumed reading the email, a warm, soft hand was laid on his forehead. Then he looked up at the person leaning over the desk towards him. Ava Sterling was wearing a U-neck, fly-sleeve short T-shirt today, just long enough to reach the waist, paired with light-colored flared pants. The outfit was form-fitting, perfectly showcasing her great figure, a defined waist, ample chest, long legs, exceptionally attractive. And because she had been training models, it was hot, so she’d put her hair up entirely, into a bun secured with a hairpin inside, looking very lively. Ava Sterling could pull off all styles—glamorous, sexy, strong, domineering, relaxed, cute. She was a shapeshifter. Today’s style was lively and simple. At this moment, as she leaned forward, the collar opened, and from Poe Vaughn’s angle, the allure inside her clothes was clearly visible.