"Mrs. Vaughn, do you think I’m very free?" He’s not free; he’s very busy, dealing with numerous tasks every day. The journey was smooth, without any traffic. In no time, the car stopped outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, where the designated staff was already waiting for them. Upon seeing Poe Vaughn get out of the car, they immediately stepped forward and personally led them in. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on n0velfire.net Very quickly, in just about twenty minutes, two freshly minted marriage certificates appeared before Ava’s eyes. "Congratulations, President Vaughn and Mrs. Vaughn, may you live happily together for a hundred years and have children soon," The staff said with a smile, handing the red marriage certificates to Ava and Poe Vaughn. Ava blinked, and at this moment, she finally felt something different. She clearly was not going to get married, so how did she suddenly end up married? A hand with distinct joints reached out to take the marriage certificate away. Ava paused, immediately looked at Poe Vaughn, and quickly said, "Why are you taking my marriage certificate too?" Yes, he took her marriage certificate too! Could it be that he doesn’t trust her? She signed the agreement; does he still doubt her ability to handle it? Before Ava could speak, Poe Vaughn turned to walk outside, and his deep voice reached her ears: "I’m going on a business trip this afternoon, contact Quentin Quinn about the move, he’ll handle it well." "There’s a housekeeper at home who will take care of your meals. Besides that, call me if you need anything." With that, Poe Vaughn reached the outside of the car. The driver got out and opened the car door, and he sat inside. Ava stood there, watching him get into the car without a care for her, her pretty face alternating between blue and red. Is he just going to use her and then discard her? Does he really see her as a tool? The driver closed the car door, noticed Ava still standing there unmoving, and opened the other side, clearly signaling for Ava to get in. Ava wanted to stubbornly refuse, but just before speaking, she remembered something and immediately rushed over, quickly getting into the car. Soon, the car sped away. "The certificates are obtained; we’re legally married now. When are you collaborating with MK, or should I contact them instead?" At this time, Poe Vaughn was checking work emails on his phone, and upon hearing Ava’s words, he remained unmoved: "No need, Quentin Quinn will contact them." Oh, so that’s how it is. With that, she was reassured. That’s precisely the answer she wanted. When the car returned to Celestial Holdings, Poe Vaughn put down his phone and was about to get out when Ava suddenly thought of something and immediately stopped him. Poe Vaughn paused, noticing the hand that appeared on his sleeve. With slender fingers and a fair, delicate complexion, her hand gripped his suit, creating a strong visual impact against the dark color. Poe Vaughn slightly lifted his gaze, meeting her eyes. Ava quickly said, "Where’s your phone, and Quentin Quinn’s phone? You only mentioned contacting, but I don’t have your numbers. How am I supposed to reach you?" Ava suddenly thought of this issue, which is why she grabbed him last minute. Poe Vaughn leaned back, picked up his phone, and opened his contacts: "Phone number." Ava promptly reported, "19." Poe Vaughn entered it. Soon, Ava’s phone chimed. A message had arrived. Ava quickly pulled out her phone; it was a message containing a phone number. Clearly, this was Quentin Quinn’s number. Ava’s face turned slightly dark; indeed, entering even one extra digit was unacceptable. She waved dismissively, as if shooing him away: "Alright, alright, you can go now." Without needing her to say it, Poe Vaughn opened the car door and got out. Ava sat inside the car, and saved both Poe Vaughn’s and Quentin Quinn’s numbers together. After doing all that, she put down her phone, spread her arms wide, and relaxed against the seat back. The driver waited for Ava’s instructions, waiting a long time without any sound, and cautiously asked from the rearview mirror: "Miss Sterling, where would you like to go next?" Ava was somewhat dazed. Dazed at the fact that she ended up married. It was really too unbelievable. She needed to take a moment. The driver’s words entered her ears, and Ava paused, remembering the first of a hundred pre-nuptial agreement clauses. Living together separately. Which meant she had to move in immediately. She hadn’t lived with a man before, but she wasn’t worried about this person making any inappropriate moves on her. His disdain for her was too apparent. She guessed that if it weren’t absolutely necessary, he wouldn’t have married her at all. However, she had to control herself; with both of them living under the same roof, she shouldn’t be enchanted by him and do anything foolish. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, and as the driver didn’t receive a response, he asked again: "Miss Sterling, you..." "No need, I have my car. You go ahead and get busy." Before the driver could finish, Ava interrupted him, got out of the car decisively, and went to her own car. Soon, the pink Porsche sped away. The driver sat in the car, watched the pink sports car disappear quickly with a roar, feeling a bit stunned. This Miss Sterling, she really is something else. Quentin Quinn waited for Poe Vaughn’s return, and when he saw him, he immediately followed him into the CEO’s office: "President Vaughn, should we cancel the trip to New York this afternoon?" After all, President Vaughn got married today. Quentin Quinn observed Poe Vaughn’s expression; it was the same as before, as it was now. No hint of wedding joy, nor any trace of displeasure. This face remained inscrutable as ever. Poe Vaughn walked into the CEO’s office, sat down in the large chair, and picked up the latest delivered documents on the desk: "Contact MK, send over the latest data on the new device." Ava returned home and started packing; she was someone who meant what she said, very principled about her agreements. So she didn’t waver; in just an hour she had everything packed. She only took two suitcases, one with dolls, and another with her clothes and daily necessities. After all, she and Poe Vaughn were in a cooperative relationship, not a real marriage; who knows when they might get divorced, right? After neatly placing the packed suitcases at the entryway, Ava threw herself on the sofa, hugged a pillow, and opened her contacts on her phone. She was thinking about whether to call Mavis and tell her that Celestial Holdings agreed to cooperate with MK. After pondering for a while, Ava put down the phone, turned sideways, hugging the pillow, and closed her eyes. Better not to say anything. Since Poe Vaughn said Quentin Quinn would contact them, she didn’t need to worry. Once the two companies successfully collaborated, MK would naturally contact her. She’s not in a hurry. She still trusted Poe Vaughn’s commitment to the agreement. After all, there was a clause in the agreement stating that their marriage was to be kept secret and shouldn’t be disclosed. If he didn’t handle this well, she would expose it and see whose face would be lost. Having figured it out, Ava relaxed and fell asleep. Last night she was too excited to sleep, only getting a few hours of rest, so now she needed to catch up on sleep. Soon, sleepiness overtook Ava. But then, suddenly, something flashed through her mind, and the next moment, she sat up. It seems there’s no termination date in the agreement!