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 say you were going to

was doing in the room that

if he was Mr. Z, but she

 This was because she had no idea what his answer

 If he was Mr. Z, how would

would she deal with the blatant lie she had

Elliot ordered

raised

he

read his eyes, nor could she read his heart.

the door but noticed that

 There was no way of opening that door no matter how

me out!” she snapped as her cheeks flushed

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

dripped down her

could drink, then she would drink with him to

she could not drink

drink even if he strangled

so there was no way

could only walk toward him

to do today, but it wasn’t something on campus. I

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

don’t know his

know his name, but you

came

 “Where is

 “Stuck in traffic.”

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

spoke, Elliot picked up

help but be distracted by the sensual movements of his

get drunk, drinking like

he get home if he got

in thought, Elliot’s big hand clasped

had already yanked her

couch was soft,

he

a toy that he could throw around as he

to have her own thoughts

her teeth and

with her, then there was

eye, she saw a tall figure looming over her and blocking the light in front of

was

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