William Wyatt withdrew his gaze and pulled out his phone. Seeing the incoming call on the screen, he turned and stepped aside to answer it: "President Vaughn." At this moment, outside the entrance of The Creston Hotel, a black Bentley was parked there. In the back seat, Poe Vaughn watched the surveillance on the tablet, focusing on the person standing under the crystal chandelier, expression indifferent, back straight, and figure slender: "Take the madam to another presidential suite." William Wyatt listened to the deep voice from the phone, acknowledged, and then hung up. He approached Ava Sterling from behind, bent forward: "Madam, President Vaughn wants you to go to another presidential suite." Ava didn’t feel particularly uncomfortable or heartbroken; she just felt a little empty inside, as if there was nothing left. This feeling was unfamiliar, so unfamiliar that she didn’t know how to handle it, causing her to stand there without reacting for a long time. William Wyatt’s words reached her ears, stirring something within her, then she felt a slight pain starting from her face, gradually spreading to her whole body, a strange feeling arose within her. It was as if she finally came alive again. She recalled what had just happened, remembered why she came here, remembered that all of this was an act. And she performed well, achieving her purpose. Indeed, Lillian Donovan would never bother her again, would never cling to her like a leech and drain her blood anymore, she’d no longer need to have concerns, she could do whatever she wanted. She had freed herself. Completely liberated. At this moment, Ava laughed. Her face full of smiling expression, as if she had never been this happy, genuinely happy. Yet upon closer look, her smile was vastly different from usual. It contained many things, not as simple, free-spirited, and carefree as it usually was. Especially, as she smiled, her eyes gradually became moist, enveloping and wetting her clear and bright eyes. William Wyatt’s words once again reached her ears, and this time, the words "President Vaughn" entered Ava’s ears, stopping her smile, her eyelashes fluttered, the moisture in her eyes dissipated. She blinked, looked at William Wyatt: "Go to another presidential suite?" Her words were relaxed, her expression was light, as if nothing had happened just now. She was still Ava Sterling, just as she usually appeared, now appearing the same. William Wyatt heard Ava’s words, looked up at her, seeing a face that was simply smiling just like when she first arrived, without a trace of anything unusual. Except, for her eyes, when looked closely, were slightly red. Otherwise, there was no change. William Wyatt looked at those clear and bright eyes, replied: "Yes." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ n̷o̷v̷e̷l̷f̷i̷r̷e̷.net Ava raised her eyebrows, what was this situation? Logically, once things were done, she should be heading back, especially since it was late and she hadn’t had dinner yet. She was getting hungry. But, since it was that person who said so, she thought she might as well comply. "Okay, lead the way." William Wyatt led Ava out of the room, at which point Ava only noticed a slight strange odor in the air. It was the smell from the water stain left by Lillian Donovan. Ava frowned instantly, quickened her pace, swiftly exiting the room. The unpleasant odor vanished as well. The other presidential suite was on a floor five stories higher, Ava crossed her arms, her mind buzzing with thoughts until William Wyatt led her into the room. "Madam, this is the room." William Wyatt’s voice reached Ava’s ears, bringing her back to awareness, she looked around, a setting completely different from just now, yet clearly more luxurious, especially with the transparent glass on all sides, offering a panoramic view of the entire Aurelia. Ava raised an eyebrow, curled her lips: "Alright, you go on with your work." William Wyatt departed. A sudden thought struck Ava, she asked: "Did your President Vaughn say anything else?" William shook his head: "No, President Vaughn just asked me to bring you here." Ava pondered, then nodded: "Alright, I understand." She waved him off, and quickly William left with a bow. As the door closed, Ava stood there, looking at the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, with Aurelia clearly reflected in her view, she tossed her bag onto the sofa, then started pacing around inside. However, while she roamed about, her mind wrestled with many thoughts, just as it did when she first came, uncontrollably thinking about numerous things. Poe Vaughn watched the person on the surveillance, her smile, the changes in her expression, and her demeanor while speaking. He captured every subtle shift in her emotions in his gaze until she left the room and disappeared from view. His thumb moved slightly, the tablet was placed on the seat beside him, he opened the car door and stepped out. At this point, Lillian Donovan was being led out of the elevator, her whole being in a daze, as if just fished out of water, utterly unconscious. Poe Vaughn walked into the hotel, his gaze forward, capturing the figures of Lillian and the bodyguards in his eyes, without a hint of change. It was as if he hadn’t seen them at all. He walked steadily into the elevator, pressed the floor button. Soon, the elevator doors closed. Yet, at the moment the doors closed, Poe Vaughn watched as Lillian Donovan was ushered into the car outside the hotel, and at this moment, a stormy darkness surged in his eyes, terrifying like a wild storm. In the presidential suite. Ava glanced around for a while, then sat into the sofa, arms around her chest, head bowed in thought. And with this reflection, time passed, until Poe Vaughn came, she hadn’t noticed. The door clicked open, Poe Vaughn stepped in, his eyes falling on the person quietly thinking on the sofa. His steps halted, watching her. Her long hair draped behind her, with a few strands hanging silently down her front with her bowed head, covering half her face, as well as the redness and swelling on her face. But even so, from his angle, he could still see the finger marks on her face. Eyes narrowing slightly, he quietly closed the door and walked over. Ava didn’t hear a sound, completely unaware that Poe Vaughn had arrived, she sat there in the same posture as before, lost in silent thought, her face extremely serene, so peaceful that it didn’t seem like her. Poe Vaughn walked over, observing her immersed in her world, so still it seemed like she was alone in the world. He sat beside her, extending his arm, pulling her into his embrace. Ava stiffened, then looked up. Seeing a finely sculpted face, the favored one by the heavens, Aphrodite’s most outstanding creation. He looked down at her, his eyes deep and calm, as if void of anything, yet upon closer examination, also filled with many things. He was Poe Vaughn, the Poe Vaughn she knew, and yet different. For once, Ava was stunned. Poe Vaughn gazed at those pure and clear eyes, unsullied, always transparent, at this moment, she looked at him, very innocently, very bewildered. She was like a newborn, knowing nothing. She was a blank sheet of paper, immaculate. His throat moved, he lowered his head and kissed her.