The employees outside were gossiping again, each one glancing over toward the president’s office, filled with curiosity. After all, their boss had never been seen with a woman, and they thought it would never happen. But just yesterday, a woman did appear. And now, she was visiting again. They just couldn’t control their burning need for gossip. Even the secretary was looking over, her curiosity piqued. When she recently brought in coffee, she noticed Ava Sterling holding a document, though she didn’t know what it was. But she had a vague feeling that the document wasn’t ordinary. Because she noticed President Vaughn’s gaze, which seemed somehow different from usual. But, was it really different? Or was it just her imagination? For the first time, the secretary doubted herself. The door to the president’s office opened. In an instant, everyone lowered their heads and pretended to work, as if they weren’t distracted at all. Of course, Ava saw the eyes of the employees on her when the door opened; she lifted her head, composed her expression, and presented a standard, elegant smile. Now that she was Mrs. Poe Vaughn in name, she feared nothing. Though signing that agreement felt a bit suffocating, when she thought of her billion, she didn’t care about anything else. She was about to get it! Now, she couldn’t think of anything else, only pure joy, happiness, and satisfaction! The two walked out of the president’s office together, just like yesterday, maintaining an aligned pace as they left the employees’ line of sight. Quentin didn’t follow them. His tasks were completed, and he wasn’t needed anymore. Seeing the employees staring longingly at Ava and Poe as they left, Quentin coughed: "Ahem!" Immediately, everyone pulled back their eyes and hurriedly returned to work. Yet, those with strong curiosity still sneaked glances in the direction where Ava and Poe disappeared. Indeed, the two walking together was just enchanting to look at... Quentin saw everything gradually returning to normal and approached the secretary. The secretary quickly stood up: "Justin, is there anything you’d like to instruct?" Quentin noticed her eyes brimming with gossip and said, "Don’t schedule work too tightly these days." The secretary immediately flashed a smile showing eight teeth: "I understand." President Vaughn must be in love. Clearly, he could have skipped coming back this morning, but he went to Ardor last night, handled the matters, and returned first thing today. Evidently, it was because of Miss Sterling. Quentin didn’t explain further seeing the meaningful glint in the secretary’s eyes, and he left. Ava and Poe got into the car together and left Celestial Holdings. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel✶fire.net As the car drove away, the two receptionists in the company lobby exploded with excitement. Quickly, they shared updates in the group. [Just now, our boss left in the car with Miss Sterling!] [Not only did they get in the car together, but Miss Sterling sat in President Vaughn’s car...] [Ahhhh! Are we about to get a boss lady?] [If the boss lady is Supermodel Sterling, I accept.] [Accept accept accept... repeat multiple times...] [Sob sob... I suddenly remembered, I forgot to ask Miss Sterling for a signature...] [... You should forget about it; with President Vaughn and Miss Sterling together, wait for next time...] [Signature? If anyone got a signature from Supermodel Sterling, I want one too!] [Timidly saying, I have Miss Sterling’s signature...] Ava was unaware that the gossip group at Celestial Holdings had exploded once more, while she observed the scenery whizzing past the car window, feeling uncontrollably excited. Thinking about her billion, soon to be in hand, she couldn’t help but feel happy! And her joy was so intense that it spread from her to the car, changing the typically detached atmosphere inside. The driver couldn’t help but glance at Ava through the rearview mirror. Ava’s lips were curled up, her eyes smiling in arcs, making her beautiful face even more captivating. The driver didn’t know what could cause such happiness, and he couldn’t help but glance at the person beside Ava. Since getting in the car, Poe Vaughn had kept his eyes closed. He seemed unaffected by Ava’s happiness, his distinguished face revealing no thoughts or emotions. Ava was in one world, he was in another. The two were in different worlds, yet bizarrely sat together; the scene was intriguing in countless ways... Ava was smiling when she suddenly remembered something, and her expression changed, seriously addressing the person next to her: "Did you bring your household registration?" Household registration? The driver heard this and immediately slipped on the pedal, causing the car to noticeably swerve. He quickly stabilized the steering wheel, focusing forward, not daring to look around but still instinctively checked the rearview mirror. At this time, those closed eyes opened, and a pair of deep eyes were staring at him. The driver’s heart trembled, and he bowed his head: "Sorry, President Vaughn." The driver immediately gripped the steering wheel tightly, eyes fixed ahead, no longer daring to be distracted. Poe Vaughn pressed the button beside, and a partition rose. Ava saw the partition and felt puzzled. Why raise the partition? Is there something that can’t be said? No matter, focus on what’s important; the household registration is what matters now. "Did you bring the registration, or do we need to go back to your home to get it?" She was determined to marry him, so before leaving, she checked her belongings over and over, making sure she had the registration and ID card before stepping out. However, although she brought hers, it didn’t mean he did! It’s not like he has to marry her. Thinking this, Ava’s expression grew serious. Better not reach the registration office, only to find he didn’t bring his registration or his ID; wouldn’t that ruin her joy? Before Poe Vaughn could respond, Ava quickly asked: "What about the ID card? Did you bring the ID?" Her serious demeanor completely forgot their roles as a client and service provider, resembling a wife demanding her rightful position. Poe Vaughn glanced sideways at her, seeing the nervousness and tension in her eyes, filled with rightful confidence and fearlessness.