Chapter 10

The living room instantly fell so silent that one could hear the sound of a beating heart.

Avery stormed back to her room and violently slammed the door shut.

The loud bang rumbled through the entire mansion.

This woman dared slam a door in Elliot Foster’s house. She must not fear death.

Everyone turned their gaze to evaluate Elliot’s reaction. He looked calm and composed as if he was not angry at all.

Normally, if anyone were to make a sound louder than 60 decibels in front of him, he would definitely frown.

The sound of Avery’s slamming door was at least 90 decibels, so why was he not upset?

More importantly, the bottle of wine that Avery had smashed was over thirty thousand dollars. They had not even had the chance to drink it yet.

She broke it without even batting an eyelid.

“D*mn, I heard that Miss Tate’s father passed away a few days ago. Seeing as she showed up in black, she must have just returned from the funeral!”

Someone had mustered up the courage to break the silence.

The woman in the white dress was a senior manager at Sterling Group’s PR department, Chelsea Tierney.

It was her birthday, so she had invited a few of Elliot’s friends to the house to also celebrate his recovery.

Her earlier altercation with Avery was a huge blow to her pride.

Chelsea noticed Elliot’s unbothered expression, but she knew him well enough to know that he could blow up at any moment.

She returned to his side and apologized cautiously, “I’m sorry, Elliot. I didn’t know her father had passed away.”

Elliot snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray. He smoothly picked up his wine glass with his long, slender fingers and downed its contents in one swift gulp.

He placed the empty glass back on the table, then said in a low, sensual voice, “Happy birthday.”

Chelsea’s ears turned red as she responded, “Thank you.”

“Also, Avery Tate isn’t someone you can touch,” Elliot said as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. His voice carried a hint of warning. “Even if she were just a pet in the Foster household, I’m the only one who can push her around.”

Chelsea panicked.

“But you’re about to divorce her, so she would be even less than a pet by then!”

instantly

wanted, I

walked in to clean up the shattered wine bottle and

filled up

be mad, Elliot. Chelsea didn’t mean to do that. She won’t actually lay her hand on Miss Tate,” the

and take three shots as punishment! You may be the

up her glass and prepared to

his bodyguard who immediately

ahead!” Elliot said before he returned to

reddened

stars of the night left. Do we

up, too. Otherwise, she’ll keep thinking she’ll become Mrs. Foster one

what happened tonight would make her give up! Elliot is

she’s quite beautiful, but she has a bad temper. How does Elliot put

……

the guest room, Avery held her knees in her arms as tears quietly streamed down

tears for the past

final apology before his death

felt for

fell into

next morning, her eyes

into a clean nightgown

the past few days, and she was

she arrived at the entrance of the dining room,

“Breakfast is ready, Madam! Come over

avoided Elliot like the plague. She

of him delaying the divorce gave

him and sat down. Mrs. Cooper placed her breakfast in front

wine last night

His voice was indifferent.

her fork

dollars for a

kind of wine was that

her to pay

he think she looked like she

felt a pang of pain in her stomach. Her back was

face and said, “This is a warning. If you break something in my house again, you’ll pay

stomach stopped hurting upon hearing this,

suffer side effects during the early stages of pregnancy, ranging from vomiting to

bout of nausea, Avery had yet

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