The agreement is only a single copy, held by Poe Vaughn. Ava Sterling carefully recalls the agreement she reviewed and confirms that it truly has no termination date. She immediately prepares to call Poe Vaughn. How can it have no end date? Isn’t this a scam! Giving up a lifetime for a billion—what a huge loss! Ava Sterling grabs her phone to call Poe Vaughn, but as she’s about to press the dial button, her mind blanks, and she freezes. No way, how could he want to be with her for a lifetime? That’s absolutely impossible! Who is he? The Vaughn Family’s most outstanding descendant, the strongest person in Celestial Holdings, a renowned tycoon in the business world, incredibly wealthy and influential. How could someone like him want to be tied to a mere model for life, haha, what a joke! Ava tosses her phone aside, lies down on the sofa, and falls asleep without a care. This was purely overthinking on her part. Ava Sterling has a shoot in the evening and nothing to do during the day, so she takes a full nap, feeling rejuvenated. She stuffs two suitcases into her sports car and calls Quentin Quinn. She still doesn’t know where that person lives. Sitting in the car, she starts the engine. Listening to the sound of the phone ringing, Ava’s beautiful fingers tap the steering wheel idly. Clearly, she’s in a good mood, quite patient. The call connects, and Quentin Quinn’s voice comes through. Ava raises an eyebrow, checks the phone number to confirm it’s Quentin Quinn’s, and asks, "How do you know it’s me?" She doesn’t remember telling Quentin Quinn her number. Could that person have said it? She feels it’s quite unlikely. There’s a pause in the voice on the phone, then it says, "I have Madam’s number." Well, it’s not surprising. After all, Poe Vaughn sought her out for marriage; he must have investigated her thoroughly. Surely, they’ve dug up everything there is to know about her. "If Madam needs anything, please feel free to instruct." "Where does your master live? I’m moving now but don’t know the place, so please give me the address." "Madam... is everything packed?" "Yes, the agreement says to move in after getting the certificate. I’ve been certified with your master for several hours now." "It was my oversight; please wait a moment, I’ll send someone to fetch you." "No need, just tell me the address, I’ll go by myself." It’s not like she’s incapable; doesn’t need someone to pick her up. On the phone, Quentin has a slight pause and then says, "Alright, I’ll send it to you now." Ava Sterling swiftly hangs up the call, and soon, the message comes through. She opens it and raises an eyebrow. Green Hill Villa is the most famous wealthy villa in Aurelia, second to none, truly one of a kind. Because it spans tens of thousands of acres, yet has only a few dozen villas, very few indeed. But its landscaping is excellent! Each villa is surrounded by unique greenery, with mountain views, water views, and city views, truly catering to every wealthy resident’s needs. And each villa starts at nine figures, nothing less. When she first heard about this villa, she sighed deeply, thinking if she could ever live in such a villa, she’d have no regrets in this lifetime. Who would have thought she’d actually have such a day? Ava Sterling grins, tosses the phone aside, steps on the gas pedal, and her pink sports car roars out of the underground parking lot. From this moment, Ava Sterling’s life has reached its pinnacle, hahaha... The atmosphere in the conference room is quiet. All the senior executives are intently watching the PPT on the screen while the person in charge details the project. Click, the subtle sound of a door opening, Quentin Quinn walks in. No one notices this sound, still focused on watching the project. Poe Vaughn sits at the head, leaning back in his chair, watching as the images change with the presenter’s explanation. Quentin glances at the progress on the screen, approaches Poe Vaughn’s side, and says softly in his ear, "Madam is on her way now." A low-pitched monosyllable escapes from his throat, devoid of any emotion, like his deep and distant eyes, showing no ripples. Quentin looks at Poe Vaughn and then sits down below, joining the work. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ noveⅼfire.net Green Hill Villa is not a place everyone can enter, only residents, or those pre-registered by the residents, have the eligibility to enter. And Ava Sterling, driving her pink sports car, encounters no obstacle whatsoever, effortlessly stopping outside of Poe Vaughn’s villa at the black etched gates. The car isn’t turned off, creating quite a noise. Ava Sterling sits in the car, holding the steering wheel, leaning forward, eyes wide open, staring through the windshield at the fully modern villa. The villa is a two-story building, using high-grade grey tones, giving off a restrained nobility at first glance. Being entirely modern, it abandons old architectural styles, aligning with the era’s simplicity and grandeur; the villa often uses large glass floor-to-ceiling windows to enhance the sense of line, smoothness, and extreme lighting. Though the villa is only two stories, it’s quite large—it can’t be entirely captured in view from Ava Sterling’s perspective. Still, what meets the eye is enough to astonish her. She loves this modern minimalist style home, particularly fond of such massive floor-to-ceiling windows! Of course, if the villa were beige, it would be even better. Ava Sterling looks at the meticulously arranged greenery inside; every plant and tree seems so cute to her. Cute enough to make her want to cry. The allure of money is truly boundless, bringing extreme joy and satisfaction. This agreement, signed without grievances! Just as Ava Sterling is profoundly moved, the wrought iron decorative gate opens, and a middle-aged woman steps into her view. Ava blinks away emotional tears, looking at the kind-faced, smiling woman who opened the door; Poe Vaughn’s words surface in her mind. There’s a housekeeper at home who will handle her meals. So, is this the housekeeper? Ava immediately adjusts her expression, putting on a beautiful smile. The housekeeper bows, then steps aside, extending a hand to invite her in. Clearly, she is being invited inside. Ava Sterling’s eyes squint with a smile, floors the accelerator, and her car quickly drives in and screeches to a halt outside the inner main house door. The housekeeper walks over, bows: "Madam, hello." Ava Sterling opens the car door, looking at the plainly dressed, yet clean and tidy woman, smiling widely: "How should I address you in the future?" "Madam can call me Sister Wei." Ava nods: "Okay, Sister Wei, I’ll be troubling you to take care of me in the future." "Not a trouble at all, it’s my duty." Sister Wei takes Ava Sterling’s luggage and leads her inside, first taking her to her room, introducing it, then showing her around the house. Ava holds her sunglasses, hands behind her back, constantly smiling as she follows Sister Wei around the villa. And as the villa gradually imprints in her mind, Ava’s smile grows increasingly radiant. Damn, the interior design and arrangement entirely fit her aesthetic; this truly compels her to cling to the client’s father figure eternally!