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 the

what he was doing in the room that Mr. Z had

was Mr. Z, but she did not dare be so

no idea what his

Z, how would they proceed to

would she deal with the blatant

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

raised

 What was he trying to

I don’t drink,” she replied. She could not read his eyes, nor could she

to open the door but noticed that it was locked from the

of opening that door no

on, Elliot? Let me out!” she

you to drink with me,” Elliot said in a threatening tone. “Did you not

cold sweat dripped down her back,

could drink, then she would

could not drink right

could not drink even if

was locked, so there was no way

 She could only walk toward him and

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

is he?” Elliot asked as he raised his gaze and stared at her

 “I don’t know his

name, but you

came with

is he,

 “Stuck in traffic.”

picked up his glass and took another

not help but be distracted by the sensual movements of

he get drunk,

he get home if he got

she was lost in thought, Elliot’s big hand

 By the time she noticed the pain, he had already yanked her over and thrown her

soft, but Avery

he think she

toy that he could

to have her own thoughts

gritted her teeth and got up from

her, then there was no

eye, she saw

was standing

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