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.

and asked, “What are you doing here? Didn’t you say you were

to ask what he was doing in the room that Mr. Z

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

she had no idea what his

Z, how would they proceed to

deal with the blatant lie she had told him that

ordered as he glared at

raised her

 What was he

She could not read his eyes, nor could she read his heart. All she wanted to do was leave

tried to open the door but noticed that it was locked from the

opening that door no matter how much

me out!” she snapped as her

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

sweat dripped down her back, and her

 If she could drink, then she would

could not

drink even

locked, so there

only walk toward him and try to reason

said as she stood next to him and lowered her gaze. “I had something to do today,

raised his

 “I don’t know his

 “You don’t even know his name, but you came

came with

 “Stuck in traffic.”

looked 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

 While she spoke, Elliot picked up his glass and took another

distracted by the sensual movements of

he get drunk, drinking

get home if

was lost in thought, Elliot’s big

the time she noticed the pain, he had already yanked her over and thrown her onto

soft,

did he think she

that he could throw around as

to

teeth and got up from the

unwilling to reason with her,

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

was

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