CHAPTER 31: CHAPTER 31: OH, HE’S FUCKING HANDSOME

Screech—!

The pink Porsche drifted smoothly to a stop in the parking lane outside Celestial Group.

Celestial Group’s headquarters was located in Aurelia, right at its center, the most prominent presence. Ava Sterling sped all the way there, taking less than half an hour.

Opening the car door and stepping out, Ava Sterling held the car keys and her black and gold purse. Wearing sunglasses, she stood between the two lion statues of Celestial Group.

She looked up at the towering building that reached into the clouds, her eyes narrowed slightly.

Celestial Group was an industrial giant, with its own production equipment and materials, employing hundreds of thousands nationwide.

Incredibly strong.

Before she researched Celestial, it was just a formidable presence in her eyes.

She didn’t know exactly how powerful it was.

But once she truly understood, she realized the immense strength of Celestial.

They didn’t need to buy foreign products or rely on foreign enterprises for survival. They could manufacture what they needed, what everyone needed, and let foreign companies buy from them.

No matter the situation, it wouldn’t affect them significantly.

They were always prepared with defensive measures, risk strategies, attracting talents, continuously progressing, becoming a virtually unshakable existence.

And all of this couldn’t have been achieved without one person—Poe Vaughn!

This fearsome man started in business at sixteen, deeply rooted in the industry over the years, so no one could shake him now!

As information she researched flashed through her mind, Ava Sterling pressed her lips together, tightening her grip on the purse.

A formidable existence, it made her a bit uneasy.

Especially standing beneath this towering building, she felt immense pressure bearing down on her, trying to crush and bury her...

Ava Sterling took a deep breath, grasping the purse chain tightly, her chin slightly raised, her face resolute.

Poe Vaughn might be formidable, but he was still just a person!

And she, Ava Sterling, was not afraid of anyone!

With her head held high and a confident stride, Ava Sterling walked into this daunting place.

Without hesitation!

The reception worked from eight to six, always present during business hours.

It was three o’clock now, a time with few people around.

Despite this, they maintained a standard posture and a polite smile.

But when they noticed the person who walked in from outside the door, they froze.

Tall and willowy, with long hair cascading down her back, she wore a deep black U-neck little black dress, stepping in elegantly in slender high heels.

She was extremely tall, with an exquisitely lovely face. The dress hugged her waist perfectly, making it appear you could grip it with one hand.

The dress reached her calves, revealing delicate ankles and fair skin. Even those few centimeters of slender heels appeared precious exhibition pieces when worn by her.

Her presence instantly transformed the understated grandeur of the lobby.

Who is she...?

Ava Sterling watched the dazed receptionists, her steps increasingly graceful.

She slightly curved her lips, stopping at the reception desk: "Hello, I’d like to know if President Vaughn is in the company?"

Her voice was exceptionally soft, not loud, like a cloud softly landing in your heart, making it instantly tender.

The receptionist instinctively said, "President Vaughn hasn’t returned yet."

"Oh...not back yet."

"Do you know when President Vaughn will return?"

"President Vaughn, she..."

The receptionist instinctively began to respond, but at that moment, her colleague reacted, hurriedly pulling her back to reality.

Only then did the receptionist realize she had inadvertently revealed Poe Vaughn’s whereabouts. She quickly shook her head: "I...I don’t know..."

Her colleague added, "How could we small employees possibly know President Vaughn’s schedule? Miss, what’s your name? Do you have an appointment?"

Ava Sterling switched her gaze to this person, also a receptionist, whose eyes shone brightly with excitement and curiosity.

Ava Sterling’s smile deepened. She removed her sunglasses, her enticing phoenix eyes fixed on the person: "My name is Ava Sterling, no appointment."

"But with your President Vaughn..."

Before finishing the sentence, several cars smoothly parked outside the entrance, making soft braking sounds.

Ava Sterling turned.

And raised an eyebrow.

The frontmost car, a black Maybach, gleamed with sharp lines, exuding a ruler-like aura.

The driver got out and opened the rear door.

Ava Sterling’s gaze fell behind the door, onto the person inside.

A tall figure, even while seated, his impressive long legs visible, wrapped snugly in tailored trousers. His suited upper body was like an artwork that belonged in a gallery, for viewing.

Ava Sterling’s heart shamelessly beat faster.

Too perfect.

The proportions, the presence, the face, it was beyond mere perfection.

Forgive her, she simply couldn’t help but appreciate.

Poe Vaughn stepped out of the car, followed by people trailing behind him.

A dozen people in total, like subjects surrounding him.

Ava Sterling’s heart mused in satisfaction.

Oh, damn, so handsome...

With steady steps, Poe Vaughn’s gaze instantly landed on the person standing at the reception watching him.

The little black dress wasn’t short, wasn’t revealing, yet precisely showcased her strengths.

Beautiful exquisite collarbones, a graceful swan-like neck, her hair flowing like a cascade. Standing there, she was slim, fair-skinned, like a black rose blooming on Valeria, boldly vibrant in the wind.

Ava Sterling’s eyes blinked as Poe Vaughn’s gaze settled on her. At that moment, she instantly felt back on track.

Meanwhile, an indescribable excitement bubbled within her.

See, she looked stunning, right?

Today, she had dressed up especially for him, looking splendid.

Ava Sterling smiled, her visage attempting to exude a particularly radiant grin. But then, the person glanced away, and those straight long legs strode toward the elevator.

Seemingly...

That glance just happened to catch sight of her, nothing more.

What the *!

Ava Sterling cursed internally.

One moment, she felt he was interested in her, and the next, she felt he disdained her to the extreme.

I’m really **!

Countless fantastical thoughts surged through Ava Sterling’s mind, making her expression flush with mingled embarrassment and rigidity.

Quentin Quinn glanced at her, then followed the person ahead, as did the dozen behind.

The group moved toward the elevator.

Ava Sterling watched the cold, proud figure from behind, her fingers clenching tightly, tightening, and tightening again.

Ava Sterling, stay calm, composed, rational.

For that hundred million, no matter what, you must endure.

Money, after all, doesn’t come easily, it’s perfectly normal.

If that hundred million truly landed in your pocket so easily, then everyone in the world would be god-like, not mere mortals, right?

Therefore, no anger, no anger.

Forcing herself to calm down, Ava Sterling wore an elegant smile. She turned toward those entering the elevator and called out: "President Vaughn."