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

if it were something I no longer wanted,

clean up

up

mean to do that. She won’t actually lay her hand on Miss Tate,” the man sitting on

up and take three shots as punishment! You may be the birthday girl, but

and prepared to take

glanced to the side at his bodyguard who immediately walked over

said before he returned to his

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

the stars of the night left. Do

for Chelsea to give up, too. Otherwise, she’ll keep

her give up! Elliot is still planning to divorce Miss Tate,

quite beautiful, but she has a bad temper. How

……

held her knees in her arms as tears quietly streamed down

for the past three days

final apology before his death constantly echoed

that she had felt for him

fell into a

the next morning, her eyes were swollen and

nightgown and walked

eaten well the past few days, and she was so hungry that

she arrived at the entrance of the dining room, she saw Elliot’s back

saw her and immediately greeted her, “Breakfast is ready, Madam! Come over and

plague. She was scared of offending him and

the thought of him delaying the divorce gave her a boost of

Cooper placed her breakfast in front of her, and she was about to eat

wine last night costs thirty

His voice was indifferent.

her fork as her mind

dollars for a

of wine was that

expecting her to

looked like she could

of pain in her stomach. Her back was

warning. If you

upon hearing this,

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

from the occasional bout of nausea, Avery had

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