Lauren had just grabbed the doorknob to leave when she heard Ava’s words and stopped immediately: "What’s up?" She turned around to look at Ava, her face full of confusion. Ava swallowed the food in her mouth and said to Lauren, "Have Silas Donovan give me the complete script and story. I want to finish reading it." So that’s what it was, Lauren understood: "Okay, no problem." "Alright, that’s all. You can go about your business." Lauren left, and Ava continued eating. Only a third of the month had passed, not even half, so there was plenty of time. She needed to get everything on track during this period. Ava thought as her mind raced with thoughts, but her eating didn’t stop. It was multitasking to the extreme. Once she finished thinking, she also finished eating. Ava checked the time; it hadn’t even taken half an hour. Lauren had said her study time in the afternoon was two hours, so she could rest a bit, then wait for the teacher to arrive for the class. Ava took her phone to check the time, then leaned back on the sofa with a pillow and fell asleep. She hadn’t slept much last night, so a nap now was quite appropriate. Lauren calculated the time. The teacher was due exactly at twelve o’clock. As soon as the teacher arrived, she led them to Ava’s dressing room and knocked on the door: "Ava, the teacher’s here." Ava was sleeping soundly; the knock made her displeased. However, upon hearing Lauren’s words, her displeasure vanished instantly. She opened her eyes and was fully awake. Ava checked her phone; it was exactly twelve. She immediately tossed away the pillow and got up to open the door. "Ava, the teacher is here." The door opened, and Lauren and the teacher appeared in Ava’s sight. Ava’s gaze fell on the teacher’s face. It was a new teacher, still a female teacher. Ava nodded to the teacher, then reached out her hand: "Hello, teacher, I’m Ava Sterling." The teacher shook her hand and smiled, "Hello, Miss Sterling. I’m Miranda York, the teacher responsible for your acting lessons during this time. You can call me Ms. York." "Okay, Ms. York, please come in." Ava was very polite and courteous to the teacher. Lauren watched, a smile immediately appearing in her eyes. Whenever Ava made a commitment, she would definitely follow through, possessing a strong sense of duty. Lauren said, "Ava, you have your lesson with the teacher. I’ll head out. Call me if you need anything." Lauren closed the door and left without any worries. She believed Ava could perform well on TV and be a good actress because if Ava wanted to, she could achieve it. Ava is really incredible. In the dressing room, Ava packed away the thermos on the table and let the teacher sit down. The teacher took out the textbook, and Ava also found paper and pen from the drawer, ready to take notes anytime. The teacher noticed her serious attitude, then looked at her watch and smiled, "Miss Sterling, we’ll start at twelve ten and end at twelve fifty, then take a ten-minute break, starting again at one and ending at one fifty." The teacher began the lesson, and Ava listened attentively, soon noticing a peculiarity in this teacher’s style. She didn’t follow the textbook material but rather explained using real-life examples. In simple terms, it was straightforward and easy to understand, avoiding those many professional terms Ava disliked — the kind that made you drowsy just hearing it. The teacher seemed to know she needed to film soon and taught her things she could use immediately. She even opened her notebook, showed her prepared teaching materials, played a clip from a TV show, and then asked how Ava would act and express that scene. Ava, already a supermodel, wasn’t afraid of being watched or performing anymore. She watched the video clip, then thought a bit and performed it according to her understanding. During this, the teacher would point out her weaknesses, explaining why she shouldn’t act that way and how she should act instead. Likewise, Ava’s interest in the lesson grew. By the end, she didn’t even want to go teach the models in the afternoon anymore. "Miss Sterling, you’re impressive, different from how I imagined — you learn quickly, are smart, serious, and humble." After two classes, the teacher closed her notebook and the materials she brought, lavishly praising Ava. Ava hurriedly shook her head, "No, no, it’s because you teach well. I’m really grateful for your dedicated instruction; what you told me is really useful." Every teacher has their teaching methods. Yesterday’s teacher was also good, but for someone like Ava, who disliked theoretical knowledge and preferred practical knowledge, Ms. York suited her better. "Haha, Miss Sterling, you’re too modest." The teacher packed up, checked the time, and said, "See you again at seven tonight." Lauren had scheduled the evening session from seven to nine. As the teacher left, Ava followed her to the elevator: "Thank you so much." The elevator doors closed, and the teacher’s figure vanished from Ava’s sight. Ava stood there, looking at the elevator, her eyes exceptionally bright and full of sparkle. She was now feeling incredibly excited, believing she had learned a lot in those two hours. Her mind was buzzing with a sea of knowledge, feeling entirely filled with energy. She felt she needed to do something. So, very quickly, Ava dialed Silas Donovan’s number. "Hello, Miss Sterling." The call connected, and Silas Donovan’s voice came through, accompanied by a lot of background noise, suggesting he was arranging something. Ava ignored it and said, "Director Donovan, today’s teacher was great. Where did you find them?" Not waiting for Silas to respond, she continued, "I like Ms. York; she suits me well. Let’s keep using her." Silas Donovan was busy overseeing the set, listening to Ava speak. Ava’s straightforward words caught Silas’s attention; he blinked and turned his gaze away, "Miss Sterling, you think this teacher is good?" "Yes, suits me very well. Keep this teacher — no replacements." Ava was very assertive, directly issuing orders. If it were anyone else, Silas would have told them to get lost — he didn’t need a mere actor directing his business. However, upon hearing Ava’s words now, he wore a full "auntie smile": "As long as it suits you, Miss Sterling. Whatever you say goes. I follow you." His words made it seem like he’d agree to anything Ava said, without any objections, very submissive and cooperative. Chapters first released on ⓝovelFire.net Ava thought his tone was a bit off, especially compared to his previous talk about kissing as an art form. Regardless, Ava didn’t dwell on it. As long as Silas agreed to her request, everything was fine. If Silas hadn’t agreed, she would have found a way to make him agree. "Alright, let’s do that." Ava directly ended the call; the busy tone quickly followed, and Silas listened to it, smiling so broadly his eyes weren’t visible.