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.

here? Didn’t

was doing in the room that Mr.

was Mr. Z,

no idea what his answer

Mr. Z, how

would she deal with the blatant lie she had told him that

“Come and drink with me,” Elliot ordered as he glared at

raised

was he

nor could she

the door but noticed that it was locked from the

was no way of opening that door no matter how much

Let me out!” she snapped as

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

sweat dripped down her back,

she would drink with him

However, she could not drink

not drink even

was locked, so there was

could only walk toward him and try

she stood next to him and lowered her gaze. “I had something to do today, but it wasn’t something

he raised his

don’t know his

“You don’t even know his name, but

“Shaun came with

“Where is

“Stuck in traffic.”

looked straight at Elliot with her watery eyes, and said, “I’m not a child. Even if I am your wife, I have

While she spoke, Elliot picked up his glass

not help but be distracted by the sensual movements

get drunk, drinking

would he get home if he got

lost in thought, Elliot’s big hand clasped around

he had already yanked her over

soft, but Avery

he think

he

allowed to have

and

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

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

Elliot was standing

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