Ava Sterling sat in the CEO’s office, drinking coffee and eating snacks and fruit. Her empty stomach was filled, and she felt great. She had trouble falling asleep last night; even when she did, it was a night full of dreams. Not a billion, but the two sentences that person said in the car. As a result, she woke up, didn’t eat anything, and came to Celestial Holdings full of spirit because of that billion. She had no choice; she was afraid that person would change their mind if she was late. She freely appraised everything in the CEO’s office, from the curve-shaped desk to the genuine leather executive chair, further to the bookshelf behind it, scanning the books one by one. Then her gaze fell on the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and the chess table near the floor-to-ceiling window. Ava Sterling was taken aback; she just realized there was a chess table here. Does that person like playing chess? Uh, she doesn’t understand. Such intelligence-draining things don’t suit her; she’s more suited to walk her runway, which is what she likes. It was rare, but Ava Sterling was exceptionally patient today. She didn’t check the time, just sat there waiting. She wasn’t sure how long she waited, and suddenly the door clicked open. Ava Sterling’s heart tightened, and she swiftly looked over. Instantly, her gaze froze. A sharply dressed man walked in, with a noble cold demeanor and a powerful presence. The atmosphere in the CEO’s office changed immediately. It was as if a king had arrived, and everyone must submit. Ava Sterling’s eyelashes fluttered, and a smile appeared on her face. Her gaze fell on this man who had a dark-toned suit, similar in style to what she’d seen him wear before. Men’s suits are generally similar in style, but some minor tweaks make them look different on the body. Especially a top-tier suit, paired with a top-tier physique and face, is... incredibly pleasing to the eye. At this moment, Ava Sterling looked at the man with his golden ratio body, slicked-back hair, and long legs taking steady steps inside, and her smile grew even wider. This man, he’s truly handsome no matter how you look at him. He’s captivating her! Quentin Quinn closed the CEO’s office door. Poe Vaughn walked in, his gaze falling on the person sitting on the sofa. Today Ava Sterling wore white, a white off-shoulder form-fitting dress. The dress exposed one of her shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbones, along with that small shoulder and arms like lotus stems. The dress was fitted, shaping her body well, and even sitting there, her excellent S-shaped figure was evident. She wore light makeup, her long hair parted and draping down straight behind her. Loose strands of hair beside her ears were tucked behind, showing the round pearl earrings on her earlobes. Today she was extremely simple, extremely elegant, matching her current smile. Elegant to the extreme. "Good morning, President Vaughn." Ava Sterling looked at this person walking towards her with a beautiful smile. President Vaughn glanced briefly at Ava Sterling and then sat on the sofa. His gaze fell on Quentin Quinn: "Give Miss Sterling the contract." Ava Sterling paused, contract? The smile disappeared, confusion spreading across her face. Before she could think too much, Quentin Quinn presented the contract with both hands: "Miss Sterling." The contract looked like any regular contract, all white paper and black text, but! The clear words "marriage agreement" jumped into Ava Sterling’s eyes. How did he know she would agree? Ava Sterling stared at Poe Vaughn, who was sitting on the sofa with cross-legged legs and hands folded across them. His body leaned against the sofa back, exuding a relaxed but commanding aura. Not domineering, but inherently imposing. Seeing her look at him, he asked, "Miss Sterling doesn’t want to?" Ava Sterling immediately replied, "I want to, of course I want to!" The fact that Celestial Holdings’ boss proposed marriage to her is something unthinkable no matter how you consider it. The source of thɪs content is NoveI(F)ire.net Ava Sterling doesn’t think this person has feelings for her, but rather wants to silence her from what happened that night. Of course, this may just be a minor reason; there are other reasons that force him to marry her, otherwise, him being a business mogul, why would he choose her, a notorious little model, among all choices? So, Ava Sterling clearly understands this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she has to agree! However, once she spoke, Ava Sterling regretted it. Darn, why did she reveal her eagerness like that? It’s as if she’s desperate, diminishing her worth. Ava Sterling let out a couple of chuckles, quickly regaining her composure. "Let me see what conditions President Vaughn has." She smilingly took the agreement from Quentin Quinn’s hands, neither hurried nor delayed. Sitting elegantly, she opened it unhurriedly. Yet quickly, Ava Sterling’s expression turned dark. Hundred clauses of a marriage agreement...? Does he really need so many? Grumbling in her mind, she wanted to glare at him but realized that doing so might cost her that billion, so she forced herself to calmly continue reading. But the first clause made Ava Sterling frown again. Cohabitation but separate rooms after marriage. This is guarding against her, as if she’s planning something improper against him. If he’s so capable, why marry her! A thousand unsatisfactions in her heart were yet again suppressed by the billion, forcing Ava Sterling to continue reading. Marriage agreements naturally safeguard one’s interests, and most of them protect Poe Vaughn’s interests. Ava Sterling gradually accepted as she read. He just wants a wife. What role does a wife play? Simply playing the role of a good spouse. For instance, accompanying him home for dinner, showing affection in front of family, not flirting with other men, fulfilling the duties of a wife. She could accept all these, and she could understand them. Clause ninety-seven of the marriage agreement, accompany him to play chess??? What kind of condition is this??? Ava Sterling couldn’t hold back and immediately looked at Poe Vaughn: "Accompany you to play chess?" At this time, Poe Vaughn was drinking coffee. The secretary had just brought coffee in, then left. Ava Sterling didn’t notice at all. Poe Vaughn finished his coffee, placed the cup down, and emitted a noble monosyllabic sound: "Mm." It was her first time hearing a marriage agreement requiring her to accompany the Party A boss in playing chess. Ava Sterling stiffened for a few seconds, then forced a smile: "President Vaughn, I could actually accept this clause too, but I’ve got to say upfront, I don’t know how to play chess." "And I’m not one to enjoy using my brain; it’s too exhausting. As for chess..." Poe Vaughn held the coffee cup, occasionally tapping its side, his eyes fixed on her, leaving no room for debate. Simply put, this clause couldn’t be left out. Ava Sterling’s mouth twitched slightly, then chuckled twice: "Alright." "Since our extraordinarily busy President Vaughn can spare the time to teach me, the silly bird, what else can I say?" "But I have to mention beforehand, I’m really bad at brain teasers; I can’t even solve the simplest ones." She’s being straightforward, not beating around the bush. She likes to clarify everything beforehand. "...Haha, alright then." Ava Sterling continued reading, while Quentin Quinn stood there, glancing between Ava Sterling and the man on the sofa with the coffee cup and deep, inscrutable eyes. For the first time, he felt, surprisingly, someone was so easy to fool.