In a marriage of convenience, Nathan, after a night of drinking, has an affair with Ava, leading to her ectopic pregnancy. Before the surgery, Ava calls Nathan, who is preoccupied with his mistress and neglects Ava, even going as far as to accuse her of having an affair and carrying another man's child after the surgery... As their one-year contractual marriage comes to an end, Nathan realizes his feelings for Ava. But Ava is not willing to play along anymore! Excerpt: "I am Nathan Ford's girlfriend, loved by him, as everyone knows. And you... you're just a title holder, soon to be thrown out. By then, you'll lose all your dignity... no, you've already lost it. I bet your deceased mother would turn in her grave if she knew what you've become." Hearing Iris Hart's sharp and biting words, Ava Sterling initially didn't want to stoop to her level. However, the mention of her late mother crossed a line. A crisp slap echoed before Iris Hart could even react, leaving five bright red marks on her face. "Ah—Ava Sterling—you lowlife, how dare you hit me..." Iris Hart realized she had been slapped and reached out to retaliate, but Ava Sterling was prepared and caught her hand easily. "Listen, Iris Hart, if I'm the joke, what does that make you? You're also a joke. At least I'm Nathan Ford's wife by law! You! Iris Hart, are nothing but a mistress scorned by everyone. Every wealthy man may stray, but a hotel is just a hotel, and home is home. There can be many dishes, but there's only one bowl of rice."
Ava could sense the hostility emanating from the visitor, but she maintained a polite smile and said, "Yes, I am. Is there something about the design draft that you're not satisfied with?"
Scarlett King pulled the design draft from her bag and slammed it onto the table, crossing her arms with an arrogant expression. "I came here with high expectations, but it turns out your reputation is undeserved."
Ava frowned slightly. "We've designed everything according to your specifications. If there's something you don't like, please point it out, and we can discuss it. Also, Miss King, I hope you respect our work. Cooperation is a mutual choice, not us begging for your approval."
Zoe, feeling anxious, kept glancing into the meeting room. She had been responsible for the design draft, which had been submitted just yesterday. Was there a problem with it? Nervousness gnawed at her, but she didn't dare to barge in.