Chapter 20

Avery felt like someone was strangling her.

She felt suffocated as the world began to spin around her.

How could Elliot be Mr. Z?!

Mr. Z sent her eight hundred thousand dollars and wanted to invest in Tate Industries. How was it possible that Elliot would do that?

However, if he was not Mr. Z, then what was he doing there?

Her mind spun as she looked at the man before her. His wheelchair, dark shirt, and unusually fair skin told her that the man in front of her was no other than Elliot Foster.

Avery let out a cold breath and subconsciously took a few steps back, but the door to the private room was closed.

“Leaving before saying hello?”

Seeing her so nervous made Elliot press his lips into a thin line.

“What are you doing in a place like this?”

Avery raised her hand to push a strand of hair behind her ear. She forced herself to stay calm as she said, “I… I’m here to have dinner with some friends.”

“This is a bar.”

“Oh…”

Avery glanced around the private room. It was a large room that was lavishly decorated, but she felt like she was in hell and could not settle down.

“I… I think I came to the wrong place. I’ll go look for them now.”

“Avery Tate,” Elliot hissed. His voice was as cold as ice. “Did you not take what I said this morning seriously?”

“I heard you,” Avery said, “but I have no reason to live my life by your words.”

She remembered what happened last time like it was yesterday.

She had not drunk that night, but he had insisted that she had dressed like a prostitute so that she might go out drinking with other men.

Avery’s reply made Elliot raise his thick brows.

He knew she was different from other women. She had her own opinions, and she did not back down in the face of power. Most importantly, no matter how sternly he warned her, she would never take his threats seriously.

Which also meant that she did not take him seriously at all.

Elliot picked up a glass of wine and took a sip.

you doing here? Didn’t you

wanted to ask what he was doing in the room

to ask if he was Mr. Z, but she

was because she had no

he was Mr. Z, how would they proceed

he was not, how would she deal with

me,” Elliot ordered as

raised

he

replied. She could not read his eyes, nor could she read his

tried to open the door but

no way of opening that door

“What’s going on, Elliot? Let me out!” she snapped as her cheeks flushed with

in a threatening tone. “Did you not hear me,

sweat dripped down

she would drink with him

could not drink

could not drink even if

door was locked, so there was

walk toward him

her gaze. “I had something to do today,

“Who is he?” Elliot asked as he raised his gaze and stared

“I don’t know his

know his name, but you

came with

“Where is

“Stuck in traffic.”

Elliot with her watery eyes, and said, “I’m not a child. Even if I am your wife, I have my own space and social life. You have no right to

Elliot picked up

but be distracted by the sensual movements of

he get drunk, drinking

get

lost in thought, Elliot’s big hand

the time she noticed the pain, he had already yanked her over and

The couch was soft, but Avery was still

did he think

a toy that he could

not allowed to have

her teeth and

he was unwilling to reason with her, then there was no point

stand up, from the corner of her eye, she saw

Elliot was

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