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.

here?

was doing in the room that Mr. Z had

ask if he was Mr. Z, but she did

no

Z, how would they proceed to discuss

with

drink with me,” Elliot ordered as

 Avery raised

he

read his eyes, nor could she read his heart.

open the door but noticed that it was locked

that door no matter

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

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

sweat dripped down her back, and her ankles

would drink with him to his

 However, she could

could not drink even

so there

could only walk toward him and try to reason with

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

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

 “I don’t know his

don’t even know his name, but you came to

 “Shaun came with

is

 “Stuck in traffic.”

if I am your wife, I

up

help but be distracted by the sensual

he get drunk,

get home if he got

 Just as she was lost in thought, Elliot’s big hand

he had already yanked her over and thrown her onto the

 The couch was soft, but Avery

 What did he think she

toy that he could throw

not allowed to

teeth and

her, then there was no point

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

 Elliot was

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