At this moment, at Celestial Holdings. Poe Vaughn was in a meeting. As always, the executives were reporting on their work, while Poe Vaughn sat at the head listening. At this moment, the phone on the table started vibrating. The executive’s report was interrupted, and everyone looked at Poe Vaughn’s phone. During a meeting, the only person’s phone that could ring was their boss’s. Poe Vaughn’s eyes slightly lowered as he picked up the phone. Ava Sterling’s name flashed on the screen, and with a swipe of his thumb, he answered, "Hello." Hearing this deep, emotionless voice, the executives retracted their gaze, bowed their heads, and stayed silent. However, now they seemed to be able to discern the mood of their boss just from his voice. With just a little attention, it could be felt. For example, now, they sensed that their boss seemed to be in a good mood; his voice didn’t sound heavy, and the atmosphere in the conference room wasn’t intimidating at all. Ava sat in the car, listening to the familiar sexy voice on the phone, and curled up her lips, "You had someone take my mom to The Creston Hotel, then told her I owed you a lot of money and couldn’t pay it back, so she has to pay, right?" Without waiting for Poe Vaughn’s response, Ava continued, "My mom loves money more than life itself. Over the years, she’s already taken quite a sum from me; there’s no way she’d want to repay this debt, so she’d have to sell me." "In her eyes, I’m worthless anyway. Once she sells me, she wouldn’t bother with me anymore." "She won’t trouble me in the future either. How are you so clever?" Indeed, this agreement was a contract of selling herself to him, and it stated clearly that she borrowed a lot of money from him, up to a billion. This amount accrued from rolling interest when she couldn’t pay back her stock investments. Fresh chapters posted on novｅlfire.net Having no other choice, she could only ask Lillian Donovan to repay it, anything she could get was something. Of course, she still needed to sell herself to him, otherwise, she’d sell Anya. Lillian Donovan couldn’t possibly be willing to sell Anya. Although both were daughters, there was still a difference. Anya was very sensible; she was the daughter from her second marriage, well-behaved, and could bring her good fortune, unlike her who was plagued with misfortune since birth, bringing chaos to her marriage. Lillian Donovan despised her, hated her, but annoyingly, they shared the same blood, and no matter how much she hated her, she couldn’t change that. Ava spoke about these matters in a very light tone, as if she weren’t talking about herself, but about someone else. Quentin Quinn sat in the passenger seat; he didn’t intentionally eavesdrop on Ava’s call, but in this confined space, it was hard not to hear when someone was talking. And hearing Ava speak so lightly and naturally, without any grievance or distress, he slightly furrowed his brows. Before investigating Ava, he didn’t know what kind of person she was, but after the investigation, he was very clear about how hard her life had been. Especially now, listening to how she casually mentioned this small part of her life, as if it was insignificant, he rarely showed a hint of compassion in his eyes. She made it sound too simple; in reality, her life had been much, much harder than she described. At this moment, Quentin Quinn finally understood what President Vaughn intended to do. He understood very clearly. In the conference room, Ava’s joyful voice came through the phone, sounding melodious, like a songbird. However, as her words reached his ears, Poe Vaughn’s eyes darkened.