In a flash, he rushed to her front. "Miss Sterling, we need to talk!" Silas Donovan ran over to Ava Sterling like the wind and blurted out this sentence all in one breath. And after saying this, he bent over, hands on his knees, panting heavily as if he had just climbed the entirety of Mount Titanus, utterly exhausted. Ava Sterling was startled by Silas Donovan, but only just for a moment; she showed no sign of being scared on her face. The source of this content ɪs noⅴelfire.net Instead, upon clearly seeing who was in front of her, her expression darkened. Talking, he must mean talking about the art and bedroom scenes. And last night, to avoid Silas Donovan bringing up this matter, she blocked him directly while still in the car. This way, he wouldn’t bother her, and he could slowly figure it out himself. Who knew, the moment she showed up today, he’d corner her. Ava Sterling realized this man had an exceptionally "remarkable" sense of professional dedication, which was not giving up until the goal was achieved. She was a match for that. However, he wouldn’t be able to outdo her. Ava Sterling squinted and spoke up, "Do you know what time it is now?" Silas Donovan, still catching his breath, looked at Ava Sterling, waiting for her to speak. Hearing her question, he froze, then instinctively raised his hand to check his watch, saying, "It’s 8:50 now." He looked baffled at Ava Sterling, completely puzzled by her question. Ava Sterling curled her lips: "Did you forget what I said yesterday?" "I’m currently teaching new models how to catwalk. My daily schedule is set, and you’re blocking me here now; how am I supposed to work?" "But... isn’t there still ten minutes left?" Silas Donovan exclaimed, "Ten minutes could work too." "Ten minutes is enough!" Ava Sterling’s smile deepened: "You say it’s enough, I guess it is." Silas Donovan immediately broke into a smile: "Right?" "I told you, there wouldn’t be any problem." "No problem. You can come back once you’ve figured it out." Silas Donovan was momentarily dumbfounded, unable to respond. And Ava Sterling got directly into the elevator, pressing the button for her floor. Silas Donovan reacted and hurriedly ran in. Ava Sterling didn’t chase him out, letting him in. As soon as he entered, Silas Donovan quickly said, "What do you mean, once I’ve figured it out? Miss Sterling, we haven’t even talked yet. Let me tell you, art encompasses a lot of things." "You see, these life models, those famous paintings and sculptures, renowned movies and TV shows, they all have significant historical value. They make people think, reflect, and then greatly impact contemporary people, especially driving forcefully." "I believe that as actors, we need to be bold in creating art, confronting art, using art to move people, bringing great impact to the world, letting them understand what art represents, and then reflecting on themselves, confronting life and reality!" Silas Donovan rattled on directly in Ava Sterling’s ear, not caring if she listened. He just wanted to get it out. Expressing all his views. Meanwhile, Ava Sterling crossed her arms and closed her eyes, silently chanting to herself, stay calm, stay calm, stay calm... She was like a monk reciting scriptures, not stopping at all. Yet Silas Donovan kept talking, even waving his hands while speaking about art, acting, and life, full of lofty ideals, impassioned and moving, until the elevator stopped. Ava Sterling opened her eyes, a face void of expression, devoid of warmth, like an unfeeling deity, detached from worldly matters, utterly emotionless and desireless. She looked at the elevator door and calmly walked out as it opened. Silas Donovan stood there, mouth agape, hand still raised mid-gesture, unable to react. He hadn’t even finished speaking yet. Quickly, he followed Ava Sterling, continuing his zealous presentation. And Ava Sterling never stopped him, eyes forward, her high heels clicking firmly, without faltering. When Ava Sterling reached the training room, she was about to step inside. But suddenly, she stopped. Silas Donovan was about to follow Ava Sterling inside, and with her stopping abruptly, he also came to a halt. But his mind was all on his art, so he was slower to react and bumped into Ava Sterling for a moment. The bump knocked Silas Donovan back, and he steadied himself, looking at the tall figure ahead. By this time, he was a bit more lucid. Ava Sterling, too, was steady after being bumped into by Silas Donovan, as the force wasn’t strong, and she had great composure. Hearing the quiet behind her, she turned slightly, looking at the person behind her, her red lips slightly parted: "Director Donovan, I have a class." With that said, Ava Sterling stepped inside and banged the door shut. The models in the training room: "..." The door slammed shut with a tremor, and Silas Donovan shivered with fear. So he opened his mouth again and again, stretching out his hand but dared not go in. In the end, with no other choice, he looked at the tightly shut door, then directly sat at the door, legs crossed, waiting for Ava Sterling. He waited for Ava Sterling to finish her class, to continue talking. Anyway, he would persuade Ava Sterling. Art, such a meaningful thing, how could it have flaws? It couldn’t be allowed! As the door slammed, Ava Sterling’s face darkened to its fullest. This Silas Donovan, is truly out of his mind! Isn’t it just kissing a stranger? Going to bed with a stranger? Getting intimate with a stranger? These things, he dressed up as art so grandiosely, with no borders, no gender, she couldn’t help but laugh. She, Ava Sterling, just didn’t get art. Don’t try to bind her with art; she simply doesn’t accept it. There’s nothing to talk about! Ava Sterling’s terrifying expression scared the models so much that they were too nervous to breathe. The voice earlier was just too irritating. Why provoke sister Ava, and of all times, why now? How will they get by? At that moment, the new models loathed Silas Donovan to the core. Even Simone Cole furrowed her brow in obvious displeasure. Nonetheless, although Ava Sterling’s mood was affected by Silas Donovan’s sense of artistry, she didn’t take it out on the models. She taught as she should, never letting the gods’ quarrels harm the innocents. The models sensed that Ava Sterling’s anger wasn’t directed at them, and gradually, they relaxed. Just like that, the atmosphere in the training room quickly turned serious, without any distractions. Silas Donovan sat outside, watching Ava Sterling, his mind racing with artistic thoughts, many lines forming in his head. All words he was preparing for Ava Sterling once she came out. Now, he was drafting in advance. At this moment, sitting outside the door, Silas Donovan was as serious as Ava Sterling was about teaching models. However, it didn’t take long before Silas Donovan’s phone rang. His thoughts were interrupted; he frowned in annoyance and pulled out his phone. An unfamiliar number appeared on the screen; he didn’t know who it was. Despite this, he received countless unknown calls daily. Being a big director was part of the deal. So, Silas Donovan answered directly, impatiently asking, "Who is it?" "Is this Silas Donovan, Director Donovan speaking?" Silas Donovan frowned, taking a glance at the number. He didn’t recognize it, so he brought it back and said, "It’s me, who are you?" "Hello, I’m Quentin Quinn, the executive assistant to the president of Celestial Group." In an instant, Silas Donovan’s face turned pale.