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.

you doing here? Didn’t you say you

to ask what he was doing in the

wanted to ask if he was Mr. Z, but she did not dare be so

was because she had no idea what his answer

he was Mr. Z, how would

 If he was not, how would she deal with the blatant lie she

 “Come and drink with me,” Elliot ordered as

 Avery raised her

 What was he trying

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

door but noticed that it

door no matter how much strength she put

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

to drink with me,” Elliot said in a

down her back, and her

would drink with him

could not drink right

could not drink even if

was locked, so there

only walk toward him and try

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

he raised

don’t know his

name, but you came to

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

Elliot picked up his glass

 She could not help but be distracted by the sensual movements

he get drunk, drinking

 How would he get home if he

lost in thought, Elliot’s big hand clasped around her

 By the time she noticed the pain, he had already yanked her over

was soft, but Avery was still

he think

toy that he could throw around as he

to have her own thoughts

her teeth and got up

he was unwilling to reason with her,

her eye, she saw a tall figure

was standing

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