CHAPTER 3: CHAPTER 3: YOU EVEN WENT FOR THAT? NOW THAT’S TALENT!

Custom tailored dress pants, well-fitting, expensive fabric, clearly the work of a master.

More impressive than the pants themselves are the straight long legs, full of strength, mystery, and darkness, making one’s heart race.

Ava Sterling is a true leg enthusiast, especially loving the kind that are long and straight, well-proportioned and powerful, possessing an unbeatable aura as they walk, a spectacle that one can’t help but savor.

Especially those long legs wrapped in suit pants.

Exuding masculinity, exuding charm!

And the legs before her are indeed her dream legs!

Ava Sterling’s gaze fell on those long legs wrapped in deep black suit pants, her stare frozen, her mind blank.

Bang!

A bottle of mineral water hit the ground, rolling to Poe Vaughn’s feet, stopping his motion of buttoning up his suit, as he gazed at the furious yet beautiful eyes peeking from the bed.

Now, if talking about beauty, it wasn’t quite so.

The aftermath of last night left colorful traces of cheap makeup on Ava’s face, especially those eyes; after crying, black marks smudged all over her face, looking downright ghostly when mixed with eyeshadow.

But upon a closer look, one would find a face with remarkably good features and bone structure, especially those naturally enchanting phoenix eyes, capable of captivating even with their clarity and brightness.

The air in the bedroom congealed, time stood still.

All sounds seemed to vanish.

Suddenly, Poe Vaughn shifted his gaze, buttoned up his half-done suit, and turned to leave.

Ava watched the long legs move, taking steps that looked even better than those of world-class male models, leaving her intense gaze...

Click, the door opened.

Clack, the door closed.

Ava lay on the bed, watching the door shut completely, the enticing long legs disappeared, her heart pounding, thump, thump, thump...

In ten years of modeling, it seemed like it was the first time she’d seen such perfect legs, fitting precisely to her tastes.

It could be said, a perfect one-to-one match.

Is she dreaming...

Instinctively touching her face, she froze instantly.

"Ah——!"

The blanket was thrown aside, the scattered red plum blossoms on the white sheets clearly indicating to Ava what happened last night.

Her mind played the events of last night like a movie, her face turned pale, and she stumbled into the bathroom, suddenly screaming, covering her mouth.

The person in the mirror had disheveled hair, false eyelashes misplaced, unevenly sticking with great personality to her eyes, face, and even temples...

The thick foundation applied deliberately, deep and shallow tear tracks left clear ravines.

Poor-quality mascara streamed down with the ravines, casting a ghost-like face...

Ava stared blankly at the ghostly face in the mirror, clear images of last night’s wild scenes floated before her eyes.

At this moment, a thought arose in her mind: Even in this state, someone could still kiss me, that’s talent!

...

The Cullinan stopped outside the villa gate, Quentin Quinn stood not far from the car making a phone call.

The villa nestled amidst mountain woods, offering coolness absent in the city during summer, especially in the morning, the scent of mountain grass, and the crispness of dewdrops, making everything here vibrant and lively.

A tall figure emerged from the villa, suited and booted, immense aura overshadowing everything as light shone upon him.

Quentin saw this, instructed some words to the person on the call, then quickly went over.

The driver got out and opened the car door, Poe Vaughn got in.

Quentin followed, settling into the passenger seat.

"President Vaughn, head to the airport now?"

Originally, they were headed to the airport early this morning, but given the morning’s events, Quentin thought it best to check.

Next to him lay the Financial Times, which Poe Vaughn read every day.

Poe picked up the newspaper, his profound eyebrows and eyes in the morning light within the car looked like a painting.

"Mm."