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.

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

was doing in the room that

he was Mr. Z, but

was because she had no idea what

Mr. Z, how would they proceed to

not, how would she deal with the blatant lie she

Elliot ordered as he glared at

 Avery raised

was he

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

to open the door but noticed that it was locked from

door no matter how much strength

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

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

sweat dripped down her back,

then she would

she could not

drink even if he

locked, so there was no

toward him and

this morning,” Avery said as she stood next to him and lowered her gaze. “I had something to do today, but it wasn’t something on campus. I made an appointment to meet someone tonight. He agreed to

asked as he raised

don’t know his

his name, but

came with

 “Where is

 “Stuck in traffic.”

Elliot with her watery eyes, and said, “I’m not a child. Even if I am your wife, I have my own space and social life. You have no right to

spoke, Elliot picked up his glass and

be distracted by the sensual movements of his

he get

he get home if

she was lost in thought, Elliot’s big hand

pain, he had already yanked her over

soft, but

he think she

she a toy that he could throw around as he

not allowed to have her

and got up from

reason with her, then there was no point in holding

 Just as Avery was preparing to stand up, from the corner of her eye, she saw a tall figure looming

was

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