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 turned ice

longer wanted, I still

clean up the shattered wine bottle and take away the dirtied

filled up Elliot’s wine

on Miss Tate,” the man sitting on the other side of Elliot said

may

her glass and prepared

glanced to the side at his bodyguard

guys go ahead!” Elliot said before he returned to his

room with reddened eyes. She gulped down three shots. She stomped in her

stars of the

to give up, too. Otherwise,

make her give up! Elliot is still planning to

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

……

Avery held her knees in her arms

had held her tears for the past

final apology before his death constantly echoed

the hatred that she had felt for

she fell

woke up the next morning, her eyes were

into a clean nightgown and walked out of the

days, and she was so hungry that her

the entrance of the

“Breakfast is

Avery avoided Elliot like the plague. She was scared of offending him

thought of him delaying the divorce gave her a boost of

and sat down. Mrs. Cooper placed her

wine last night

His voice was indifferent.

around her fork as

for a bottle of

kind of wine

her to pay

looked

pang of pain in her stomach. Her back was drenched in a cold

is a warning. If you break something in my house again, you’ll

stopped hurting upon hearing this, and her

effects during the early stages of pregnancy, ranging from

of nausea, Avery had yet to throw

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