Ava frowned, who could be calling her at this time? Feeling a bit displeased, Ava still picked up her phone to check. The name was clearly bouncing on the screen. Ava paused, remembering something—the old lady was still at home. Instantly, Ava answered the phone, "Sister Wei." "Haha, Mrs., are you busy now? I’m delivering lunch to you, it’ll be there in a bit." "Do I wait for you at The Concord Plaza like yesterday, or what should I do?" As soon as the call was connected, Sister Wei’s cheerful voice came through. Ava listened, feeling suddenly conflicted. With the old lady at home, the lunch deliveries would continue. The old lady’s heart is indeed kind, but it gives Ava a sense of pressure. Especially considering this morning’s herbal soup, Ava feels overwhelmed by the old lady’s kindness. "When will you arrive approximately?" "Alright, just have the driver park at the company entrance; I’ll have someone come down to fetch it." After hanging up, Ava said to Lauren, "Sister Wei is delivering lunch, go down and get it." Upon hearing Sister Wei, Lauren immediately thought of the two maids from the villa yesterday, one of whom was Sister Wei. She was also the one who delivered lunch to Ava yesterday, whom Lauren then followed. Lauren quickly said, "I’ll head down now!" Lauren was particularly proactive now, knowing her guilt, needing to atone for her sins. Thus, Ava didn’t worry about Lauren at all now. With a simple affirmation, Lauren dashed out immediately, running swiftly. Soon, the dressing room door closed, and Ava sat on the sofa, pondering. She considered discussing with Poe Vaughn how they could arrange for the old lady not to be at home, or at least not to keep an eye on them every day. It felt like the old lady was watching them closely, expecting them to have a child. This feeling was truly terrifying. Thinking about it, Ava’s mind settled. She thought it had to be addressed. She decided to discuss it thoroughly with Poe Vaughn tonight, to find a way to ease the old lady’s mind and stop her from focusing all her attention on them. If this continues, the pressure on Ava could be immense. Who knows, she might even hesitate to leave with her child in the future. Determined, Ava didn’t hesitate, picked up her phone, and sent a message to Poe Vaughn. She needed to schedule time with him in advance; given his many commitments, scheduling ahead would be more efficient. Her fingers swiftly tapped on the phone, and soon the message was sent. At this moment, Celestial Holdings. Poe Vaughn was flipping through Quentin Quinn’s plan. However, the contents of this plan weren’t the usual mundane work, but rather the list of things women like that Poe Vaughn asked Quentin Quinn to gather yesterday. Quentin Quinn had completed it, meticulously organizing it all into the plan now in Poe Vaughn’s hands. Poe Vaughn looked through it, his expression unchanged, just like when reviewing any typical document, without any visible emotional shift. However, in Quentin Quinn’s view, Poe Vaughn’s approach to this document wasn’t the same. Because, right now, Poe Vaughn was particularly focused, slow, and careful, no longer skimming through it as usual. Quentin Quinn knew how much President Vaughn valued this document. Thus, he quickly said, "I think President Vaughn and Mrs. Vaughn especially need quality time alone, so I’ve arranged an overseas travel plan for a week." "During this week, President Vaughn will be with Mrs. Vaughn every day, taking her to eat delicious food, to exciting places. I’ve detailed the itinerary, schedule, and timing." "I believe that by following this itinerary, a week later, the relationship between President Vaughn and Mrs. Vaughn will certainly be further strengthened." "Of course, this is just one plan. There’s also a second plan, for weekends or evenings, President Vaughn and Mrs. Vaughn can go on dates, watch movies, have short domestic trips—this is also a way to enhance their relationship." "Mrs. Vaughn doesn’t like being restrained, she enjoys freedom. If President Vaughn takes her to various places unexpectedly, Mrs. Vaughn will surely be delighted." In this plan, Quentin Quinn included every possible item to improve the relationship, turning them into Plan A, Plan B, Plan C. He made comprehensive preparations for the couple’s relationship enhancement. He understood why President Vaughn asked for this plan, wasn’t it for this purpose? He understood so well. While talking, Quentin Quinn continued, "As for work time arrangements, I’ve adjusted them according to different plans so it won’t delay work or affect President Vaughn’s travel plans with Mrs. Vaughn." "President Vaughn, please see if it’s suitable. If not, I can redo it." Quentin Quinn felt that this matter was more important than his usual work; if it’s done well, the entire company’s employees, including himself, would have better days. Of course, including him. Poe Vaughn made no sound. He looked at each plan on the document, listing precisely where he and Ava needed to be and what to do. Like an equation, clear and unblemished. But, this is about feelings, not solving a math problem. Especially since the other party is Ava, the unpredictable Ava. This plan, rigid and methodical, wouldn’t work. Poe Vaughn looked at the activities listed in the plans—watching movies, going to amusement parks, having barbecues, fishing, camping, all sorts of imaginable and unimaginable activities, clearly detailed. Poe Vaughn said, "You can go now." Quentin Quinn was taken aback, observing Poe Vaughn’s expression. He couldn’t figure out if President Vaughn was satisfied or dissatisfied with the plan. He couldn’t discern at all, nor could he guess. But he looked closely at President Vaughn’s deep eyes and noticed no displeasure, so perhaps it was okay? Considering this, Quentin Quinn bowed his head, "Alright." If anything goes wrong, President Vaughn would surely come to him. The office door closed, Poe Vaughn leaned back in his chair, resting his elbow against his forehead, looking at the plan on the desk. At this moment, the depth in his eyes stirred. He was pondering deeply. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel✶fire.net Or you could say, calculating. Suddenly, two messages came in. Poe Vaughn looked up, glanced over. The phone was right on the desk. With the messages coming in, the screen lit up. The sender’s name was clearly displayed on it—Ava. Poe Vaughn reached for it, looked at the name, then opened the message. [When do you have time, let’s talk.] A straightforward sentence, without any prelude or aftermath, quite abrupt. Poe Vaughn looked at the sentence for a while, fingers lightly moving, opening the input box. Very soon, a message was sent back. After sending the message, Ava pondered, contemplating what she should discuss with Poe Vaughn, what to say, which words were appropriate, which weren’t, ensuring thoughtful reflection rather than impulsivity morning’s misunderstanding. She needed self-control, avoiding repeating the same mistakes. With such thoughts, the phone suddenly vibrated in her hand, just once. Ava’s heart tightened, quickly reacting, immediately picking up the phone.