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.

are you doing here? Didn’t you say you were going to the old

wanted to ask what he was doing in

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

had no idea what his answer would

Z, how would

not, how would she deal with the blatant

and drink with me,” Elliot ordered as he glared at her with

raised her

was he trying to

not read his eyes, nor could she read his heart. All she wanted

but noticed that it was

that door no matter

on, Elliot? Let me out!” she snapped as

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

dripped down her back, and her

she would drink with him

could not

could not drink even if he

locked, so there was no

him

her gaze. “I had something to do today, but it wasn’t something on campus. I made an

he raised his gaze and

don’t

know his name, but you

 “Shaun came

 “Where is he,

 “Stuck in traffic.”

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,

she spoke, Elliot picked up his

help but be distracted by the sensual movements of

he get drunk,

would he get home if he got

was lost in thought, Elliot’s big

had already yanked

was soft,

did he think

she a toy that he

allowed to have her own thoughts

her teeth and got

 Since he was unwilling to reason with her, then there was no point in

of her eye, she saw a tall

was

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