CHAPTER 477: CHAPTER 477: USING HIS INFLUENCE

On the airplane, he sat next to her, not moving away. There was plenty of time, plenty of opportunity; wasn’t this the perfect chance to talk?

However.

It might not be the best timing.

Because this was on a plane, not in a private space. There were many people around, and she couldn’t just say whatever she wanted.

Ava thought, watching people boarding the plane, and then quickly took out her phone, sending a message to Lauren Howell.

Poe Vaughn mentioned going to Saipan Island, but she didn’t know what for or how long. Now wasn’t a good time to ask, but one thing was sure: she couldn’t stay in the mainland for a while.

So, she had to inform Lauren Howell in advance; otherwise, Lauren Howell might not be able to find her.

The message was sent quickly, and Ava felt relieved.

Turning off her phone, just then, a flight attendant walked past Poe Vaughn, and Ava had a sudden flash of insight. She called out to the attendant, saying, "Excuse me."

The flight attendant heard her voice and looked over: "Miss, what can I do for you?"

When the attendant looked over, her gaze fell on Poe Vaughn’s face. She glanced briefly and then had a noticeable change in expression.

She was very polite and respectful, especially her voice, which was exceptionally gentle and soft, as if she were deliberately speaking for Poe Vaughn to hear.

Ava’s eyesight was excellent, she wasn’t blind. She saw the flight attendant’s instant change clearly and knew the reason.

A handsome and wealthy man—it’s no wonder he attracts attention.

It’s not surprising that the attendant deliberately lowered her voice for Poe Vaughn.

It was perfectly normal.

The only complaint could be that this person was too attractive, naturally drawing women in.

With clarity in her mind, Ava’s face showed no sign of it. She went ahead and asked directly, "Do you have paper and a pen?"

"Paper and pen?"

The flight attendant was surprised.

Obviously didn’t expect Ava to ask for these two things.

Ava nodded, "Yes, a pen to write with and paper to write on."

"This..."

Who boards a plane and immediately asks for paper and pen? This was a first. The flight attendant was momentarily stunned, then instinctively glanced at Poe Vaughn.

Poe Vaughn, having fastened his seatbelt, was holding his phone, tapping his fingers on it, not knowing what he was doing.

He didn’t look at Ava or make a sound, his face expressionless, giving off an aura that was strong and unapproachable, as though Ava had nothing to do with him.

Even now, despite Ava speaking up, he showed no change in expression, as though he hadn’t heard her at all.

Ava saw the attendant hesitating, glancing at Poe Vaughn, and frowned, saying, "Don’t look at him, he doesn’t need it, I do."

Ava was always impatient, especially now when she urgently needed it, with no time to wait.

Upon hearing Ava’s straightforward words, the attendant’s face flushed momentarily, and her gaze, which was directed at Poe Vaughn, was instinctively withdrawn in embarrassment.

However, she finally replied, "Sorry Miss, there is no paper or pen on the plane."

Ava’s expression darkened for an instant, "Isn’t there any?"

"Do you all do things without pens? Without paper? Don’t you write?"

All at once, Ava followed with several questions.

Because she believed there should be paper and pen on a plane, a necessity for staff.

Yet, surprisingly, the attendant told her there wasn’t any.

It was really unacceptable.

The attendant saw Ava’s expression worsen and apologized, "I’m sorry, Miss, it’s true we don’t have any."

Like a machine, answering mechanically, without feeling.

Ava’s expression turned stern, saying, "Alright then."

"I’m fine now."

After speaking, Ava leaned back against the seat, arms crossed, looking displeased.

No paper or pen—really surprising.

Originally she planned to communicate with Poe Vaughn in written form, given that this wasn’t the place to talk with so many people around. And she feared Poe Vaughn might change his mind once off the plane, which would be troublesome.

So she wanted to use paper and pen, to write.

After all, the flight was several hours; there was plenty of time.

If she could handle Poe Vaughn within these hours, everything would be fine, wouldn’t it?

But now, told by the attendant there wasn’t any paper or pen, what should she do? Couldn’t possibly communicate with Poe Vaughn through eye contact, right?

How would she deal with such direct miscommunication?

In an instant, Ava’s face tensed, and her expression grew increasingly unpleasant.

The attendant heard Ava’s response and had no choice but to leave, although before departing, she instinctively glanced at Poe Vaughn again.

Indeed, this cold and noble person was too eye-catching, tempting one to look again and again.

Reluctantly leaving, it became quiet here.

Ava said nothing, no disturbance, no restlessness, and everything seemed to quiet down.

Poe Vaughn sent his message and then said, "What do you need paper and pen for?"

Ava was immersed in her thoughts, constantly thinking of solutions; she wouldn’t just sit there doing nothing. She had to seize the opportunity.

So, she had forgotten about Poe Vaughn, forgotten that the big guy was still sitting beside her.

The deep, cold words fell into her ears, like a boss querying a subordinate, devoid of any emotion.

Yet, hearing those words, Ava’s eyes immediately brightened. She sat up straight, grabbing Poe Vaughn’s hand swiftly, and said quickly, "Poe Vaughn, you can find a way, right?"

"Use your power to get them to bring me paper and a pen."

All at once, the atmosphere silenced.

Power...

Indeed, power was a good thing; it could achieve many things, accomplish countless tasks ordinary people couldn’t.

Especially the conveniences, which were truly different.

But Ava wasn’t using power the way it was meant to be used, and even less so making such a bold request.

At this moment, Poe Vaughn paused with the finger poised over the screen.

And Ava seemed unaware of the change in atmosphere, quickly saying, "I need paper and pen for something important, not just for fun. I want to talk to you."

"When the plane takes off, everyone will rest, and it’ll be quiet. If I speak softly with you, it’ll affect others, right? So, we’ll write."

"Isn’t that great?"

Ava’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her face full of energy, as if seeing hope, a turn for the better that brought her joy, making her eager.

Poe Vaughn’s gaze fell upon the full face of anticipation, desire, and trust, looking at those exceedingly bright eyes, and then he withdrew his hand.

Ava held onto Poe Vaughn’s hand tightly, as though grasping the only hope, not letting go.

And now, with his hand moving, she instinctively looked down and watched as the hand left her grasp.

Ava’s smile faded instantly.

What now? He’s unwilling?

Of course, the matter remained unresolved; he naturally wouldn’t use his power to meet her demands.

Things weren’t the same as before when she could do whatever she wanted.

Now she was the weaker side.

Ava suddenly tightened her lips, looking at the person who turned his gaze away, and then directly leaned over, cupping Poe Vaughn’s face, planting a loud kiss on his cheek.