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 mansion

he was doing in the room that Mr.

was Mr.

because she had no idea what his answer

Z, how would they proceed to discuss

would she deal with the blatant lie she had

ordered as he glared at

 Avery raised her

was he trying to

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

to open the door but noticed

 There was no way of opening that door no matter how

me out!” she snapped as

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

dripped down her back, and

drink, then she would

she could not drink

 She could not drink even if

was locked, so there

walk toward him and try to

something to do today,

is he?” Elliot asked as he raised his gaze and

don’t know

name, but you came to meet

came

 “Where is he,

 “Stuck in traffic.”

a child. Even if I am your wife, I have my own space and social life. You have no right to interfere in my

spoke, Elliot picked up his glass and took another

but be distracted by

 Would he get drunk, drinking

he get home

was lost in thought, Elliot’s big hand

the pain, he had

soft,

did he think she

toy that he could throw around as he

allowed to

gritted her teeth and got up

unwilling to reason with her,

up, from the corner of her eye, she saw a

 Elliot was

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