"The sir is going on a business trip today. I usually prepare his luggage, but now that the madam is here, she will take care of it." After touring the entire villa, Mrs. Wei bowed and said to Ava Sterling. Ava Sterling’s smile was as radiant as ever, incredibly beautiful. But upon hearing Mrs. Wei’s words, her smile froze instantly: "Pack his luggage?" Mrs. Wei replied with a respectful smile: "Yes, madam." Honestly, money isn’t that easy to earn. Living in such a beautiful house isn’t that easy either. "Haha, okay, I got it. You can go ahead with your work." Mrs. Wei bowed her head and left, but before leaving, she checked the time and said to Ava Sterling: "The sir should be back soon. The luggage needs to be ready before that." Ava Sterling pulled her mouth in a tight smile: "Haha, I know." "Thank you, madam, for your hard work." It’s just a billion, packing some luggage is no bother. Mrs. Wei went downstairs, and Ava Sterling headed to Poe Vaughn’s bedroom. Mrs. Wei had just shown her around his room earlier; it was a complete dark theme. The bed sheets, duvet covers, and pillowcases were dark gray, the curtains and carpet were gray as well, even the sofas inside were all gray, varying in shades. The overall vibe was extreme somberness, a sense of oppression. It instantly reminded Ava Sterling of Poe Vaughn’s eyes. One look could crush you to the ground ruthlessly! But now, she wasn’t afraid of him anymore. The distance between people just hasn’t been closed. Once the distance is closed, you’ll find it’s nothing special. Everyone has a nose, a pair of eyes, a mouth, and two eyebrows, nothing unusual. Ava Sterling went straight into Poe Vaughn’s wardrobe, unsurprisingly finding everything in dark tones—dark suits, dark shirts, even watches inside the jewelry cabinet, understated yet lavish enough that one could buy a house. Ava Sterling folded her hands behind her back as she started selecting inside the wardrobe. She had only packed luggage for herself before, never for a man, and wasn’t sure how to prepare for a man. Anyway, they’re all human, more or less the same. Seeing all these dark colors filled with a strong sense of control, made her slightly uneasy. She wanted to add some bright colors in there. Like, white, off-white, light white, pale white, how beautiful, right? Thinking about this, Ava Sterling didn’t stop her hands and feet. In less than ten minutes, she had packed the luggage. Looking at the rather heavy suitcase in her hand, she was satisfied, carrying it downstairs, and placing it in the entryway. Having done this, she clapped her hands in contentment. She took out her phone to check the time; it was past four, her shoot was at ten tonight, up on the mountain for the night view. There’s still plenty of time. Yet she hadn’t eaten all day, only had coffee and fruit snacks in that person’s office in the morning, nothing afterward. Now, after working all day, her stomach was starving. Ava Sterling looked around and saw Mrs. Wei in the kitchen, rubbing her belly as she went over: "Mrs. Wei, is there anything to eat?" Mrs. Wei was preparing dinner, turned and said: "Madam, please wait, I’m making dinner." Now, Ava Sterling just wanted to eat, and was craving something flavorful since her mouth hadn’t tasted anything. So, she asked as she entered the kitchen: "Do you have snail noodles?" That flavor was intense, and she wanted it. Mrs. Wei rarely found herself taken aback. Ava Sterling began rummaging through the fridge: "I want snail noodles, the sour and spicy kind, does the house have any?" As she spoke, she saw milk in the fridge and took it out, grabbed a cup from the sterilization cabinet, poured it, and placed it in the microwave to heat. Mrs. Wei stood there, watching her adept movements, not at all like someone who had just moved in. Moreover, she knew how to take care of herself, avoiding cold drinks. It was completely unexpected for Mrs. Wei, leaving her temporarily unresponsive. But Ava Sterling didn’t bother with her and continued searching: "No snail noodles? No problem, what about sour and spicy noodles? The kind made from sweet potato starch. If not, there must be regular noodles, right?" Ava Sterling also realized that person likely wouldn’t eat these things, the house probably wouldn’t have them, so she defaulted to the fallback option. She believed there must be noodles. Sure enough, just after she asked, Mrs. Wei said: "There are noodles, madam." "Where are they?" Find the newest release on N0veI.Fiɾe.net Ava Sterling searched through the cabinets, while Mrs. Wei opened the top cupboard and took out a box of noodles. "Madam, here they are." "What flavor would you like? I’ll make it for you." Ava Sterling frowned at the rounded golden noodles in the box, slightly disliking: "Is this the only type? I don’t like these noodles; I prefer the type that costs more, which tastes exceptionally good." Mrs. Wei: "...Sorry... We don’t have that..." How could a house have noodles that cost several times more, it’s impossible. Ava Sterling shuffled her hair, oh well, she would make do. Ava Sterling directly took the noodles from Mrs. Wei and turned on the stove to boil water, her actions swift and skilled. Mrs. Wei stood by, finally reacting to Ava Sterling’s movements, hurriedly saying: "Madam, let me do it." "No need, I like eating what I make myself, you can’t replicate the specific flavor I want." Speaking as she continued gathering vegetables, seasonings needed, and prepared chili oil herself. Fortunately, the kitchen was well-stocked with ingredients and seasonings, and within ten minutes, Ava Sterling was holding a big bowl of steaming noodles. The fragrance of the noodles made Ava Sterling happy as she left the kitchen. Mrs. Wei remained in the kitchen, staring at the person walking out holding noodles, stunned for quite a while before reacting. Their madam was indeed... very different from typical young women. Ava Sterling placed the noodles on the coffee table, kicked off her slippers, and directly sat cross-legged on the carpet, picking up the remote to turn on the TV. She liked eating while watching TV, very relaxing. Soon, the house filled with voices from the TV characters. Mrs. Wei chopped vegetables in the kitchen, listening to the sound from outside, and smelling the strong vinegar and spicy fragrance of the kitchen, finally feeling a sense of daily life. Having a female owner in the house really made a difference. The Bentley smoothly parked outside the main gate. The driver opened the car door, and Poe Vaughn stepped out. He was holding his phone, listening to a work report, as he stepped onto the porch and entered the house. But, as soon as he set foot in the entryway, he stopped.