The mountains are quiet, it’s five o’clock and the sky is not yet dark, still bright. Ava Sterling stands on the muddy path, surrounded by naturally growing grass, and familiar mountains, trees, and bird calls echoing by her ears, chirping and fluttering. Everything is familiar, but as time passes, this familiarity unconsciously turns into a sense of strangeness. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ Nov3lFɪre.ɴet It’s like she is growing up, and these green grasses and trees are changing too. At this moment, Ava Sterling stands on the soft ground, inhaling the thick scent of flora around her, her mood subtly different. Five o’clock in the morning. The day is just beginning to brighten, and the sun is about to rise. The city is gradually waking up. At this time, in The Estelle Hotel, in the presidential suite. The curtains are drawn tight, the bedroom is completely dark, not a bit of the slight outside light can penetrate. They are blocked by the thick curtains outside. On the bed, Poe Vaughn lies flat asleep, breathing steadily. The bedroom is utterly silent. Suddenly, the phone vibrates, breaking the silence within. He frowns slightly, his eyes open. The bedroom is dark, but the phone rings, light spills out, and the bedroom is no longer pitch-black. Poe Vaughn sits up, stretches his arm, and takes the phone from the bedside table. He looks at the caller ID. The name dances on the screen, just like that face, vividly expressive before his eyes. Poe Vaughn looks at the name, his thumb slides across, picks up the phone: "Hello." He looks at the curtains, then grabs the remote control. With a beep, the curtains automatically open to both sides, letting in the faint morning light. The city’s lights also follow, falling into his eyes. Everything is in the initial awakening. A lot of memories float in Ava Sterling’s mind, and these memories make her forget she is calling Poe Vaughn. So, when Poe Vaughn’s deep, slightly hoarse voice comes from the phone, Ava Sterling is momentarily stunned. Her heart also thumps hard along with it. This voice, somewhat hoarse... So damn sexy, so enticing! However, Ava Sterling reacts quickly, swiftly saying, "Do you have a private jet?" The opening line is unexpected, Poe Vaughn pauses, then withdraws his gaze from the scenery outside: "What’s up?" Not answering whether he has one or not, but asking what’s the matter, clearly, as long as she asks, anything is doable. Ava Sterling’s eyes instantly crinkle with a smile. "Weren’t we preparing a gift for grandma? I’ve already got it ready, but the distance is too far, I can’t deliver it to Aurelia, need a private jet." So, you get it, right? Poe Vaughn’s eyes flicker: "Where." The air is quiet, every sound seems to cease. But at this moment, the sounds around Ava Sterling clearly come through the phone into Poe Vaughn’s ear. The tranquility of the mountains and forests, the bird calls, the rustling of the wind through bamboo leaves. No urban hustle and bustle, no noise of traffic. The place where she is, extremely peaceful. "Send me the detailed address." Ava Sterling hangs up the phone decisively and immediately sends him the address. After sending, she adds a giggling smiley face with three words: Thanks a lot~ Poe Vaughn looks at the detailed address in the message, and that giggling smiley face. Bright and unrestrained, even more splendid than the sunlight. He gazes at the smiley face, then swipes his thumb across, quickly dialing a number: "Arrange a private jet to Varden." After putting down the phone, he moves his thumb across the screen, shortly sending out a message. Placing the phone on the bedside table, he looks at the sky outside, gets out of bed, and heads to the bathroom. Ava Sterling looks at the ’message sent successfully’ indicator, very satisfied. Such a capable bigwig surely couldn’t lack a private jet. So, everything is not a problem! Indeed, truly wealthy people are different! Ava Sterling smiles brightly, stands with her hands behind her back, lifts her head with eyes closed, and takes a deep breath. The air in the hometown is really great! Ava Sterling goes to the kitchen to help Grace Howell, and shortly after, Sixth Uncle returns, and everyone makes dinner together. The smoke from cooking curls up, the sky darkens gradually, the frogs in the fields begin to croak, the night of the homeland slowly falls into Ava Sterling’s heart. Grace Howell specially made dishes that Ava Sterling loves, the table is filled, Ava Sterling ate quite a lot. She ate two bowls of rice. Finally, with a bulging belly, she took Grace Howell’s hand and went for a walk down the road. During the period, someone called her. It was someone instructed by Poe Vaughn contacting her, Ava Sterling directly communicated the situation to the other party, just like that, arranging for them to come over early tomorrow morning. Ava Sterling is now completely relieved.
Although that person doesn’t have the best temperament, they are reliable in their work. After all, ten fingers have different lengths, and no one can be perfect. Seeing Ava Sterling hang up the phone, Grace Howell thought about what she said during the call and said, "Whatever you need, let me know, and Sixth Uncle and I will sort it out first thing tomorrow." With a private jet, you can carry a lot, so why worry? Thus, Ava Sterling immediately said, "Seasonal vegetables, chickens, ducks, geese, alive, no need to kill, all together." "Alright then, let’s head back now, Sixth Aunt will tell Sixth Uncle so we can get it ready early." "You’re busy, can’t hold you up." Ava Sterling immediately hugged Grace Howell’s hand and rubbed against her: "Sixth Aunt, you and Sixth Uncle are just too good!" Like a child, she acts coquettishly with Grace Howell. Grace Howell chuckles, patting her head with affection: "You, next time you come back, don’t be so thin, eat more." "Being too thin isn’t good for your health." "Mmhm, I understand, don’t worry." Saying so, but she wouldn’t genuinely let herself get fat. Given her profession, she must maintain her figure. Unless she doesn’t want to live anymore. Quickly, the two returned, and Grace Howell and her husband started cleaning up. Ava Sterling wanted to help, but Grace Howell pushed her aside, telling her to wash up and rest early. Ava Sterling helplessly, wanting to help but couldn’t argue with the two, so she had to go wash up. And when she came out after finishing, Grace Howell had already made the bed. Ava Sterling said, "Sixth Aunt, you guys don’t do any more, go to bed early." "Sixth Aunt knows, you sleep, your Sixth Uncle and I will wash up and sleep too."
"Mm!" Grace Howell went out, Ava Sterling checked the time, unconsciously it was nine o’clock, country folks sleep early, indeed this is time to go to bed. Ava Sterling lies on the bed, savoring the old yet clean smell of the quilt, she takes a deep breath, then smacks her lips, and comfortably closes her eyes. This smell is the flavor of childhood, and she likes it. The deep night descends, pure silence spreads, Ava Sterling gradually falls asleep... The sky is gradually brightening. Poe Vaughn comes out washing up, dressed in a suit, polished and sharp as he leaves the hotel. The car is already parked at the hotel entrance. The driver gets out and opens the car door, he gets in the car. "President Vaughn, the person in charge of P·J..." "Book a ticket for the four o’clock afternoon flight home." Quentin Quinn is interrupted just as he begins to speak. He instinctively glances at the rearview mirror at the person, Poe Vaughn has already picked up the financial newspaper and started reading it. Expression unchanged.