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.

a deep breath and asked, “What are you doing here? Didn’t you

was doing

to ask if he was Mr. Z, but she

 This was because she had no idea what his

how would they

would she deal with the blatant

and drink with me,” Elliot ordered as he

raised

he trying

eyes, nor could she read his heart. All she wanted

the door but

no way of opening that door no matter how much strength she put

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

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

dripped down her back, and her

drink, then she would drink with him to his

 However, she could not

drink even

door was locked, so there was no

him and try

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 invest in

he raised his gaze and stared

don’t

his name, but you

 “Shaun came with

 “Where is

 “Stuck in traffic.”

straight at 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

picked up

could not help but be distracted by the sensual

 Would he get drunk,

get home if he got

thought, Elliot’s big hand clasped around her

had already yanked her over and thrown

 The couch was soft, but

did he

that he could throw around as

 Was she not allowed to have her own thoughts and

teeth and

to reason with her, then there was no point in

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

was standing

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