Chapter 10

The living room instantly fell so silent that one could hear the sound of a beating heart.

 

 

Avery stormed back to her room and violently slammed the door shut.

 

The loud bang rumbled through the entire mansion.

 

This woman dared slam a door in Elliot Foster’s house. She must not fear death.

 

Everyone turned their gaze to evaluate Elliot’s reaction. He looked calm and composed as if he was not angry at all.

 

Normally, if anyone were to make a sound louder than 60 decibels in front of him, he would definitely frown.

 

The sound of Avery’s slamming door was at least 90 decibels, so why was he not upset?

 

More importantly, the bottle of wine that Avery had smashed was over thirty thousand dollars. They had not even had the chance to drink it yet.

 

She broke it without even batting an eyelid.

 

“D*mn, I heard that Miss Tate’s father passed away a few days ago. Seeing as she showed up in black, she must have just returned from the funeral!”

 

Someone had mustered up the courage to break the silence.

 

The woman in the white dress was a senior manager at Sterling Group’s PR department, Chelsea Tierney.

 

It was her birthday, so she had invited a few of Elliot’s friends to the house to also celebrate his recovery.

 

Her earlier altercation with Avery was a huge blow to her pride.

 

Chelsea noticed Elliot’s unbothered expression, but she knew him well enough to know that he could blow up at any moment.

 

She returned to his side and apologized cautiously, “I’m sorry, Elliot. I didn’t know her father had passed away.”

 

Elliot snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray. He smoothly picked up his wine glass with his long, slender fingers and downed its contents in one swift gulp.

 

He placed the empty glass back on the table, then said in a low, sensual voice, “Happy birthday.”

 

Chelsea’s ears turned red as she responded, “Thank you.”

 

“Also, Avery Tate isn’t someone you can touch,” Elliot said as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. His voice carried a hint of warning. “Even if she were just a pet in the Foster household, I’m the only one who can push her around.”

 

Chelsea panicked.

 

“But you’re about to divorce her, so she would be even less than a pet by then!”

 

instantly turned ice

 

something I no longer wanted, I still won’t watch

 

walked in to clean up the shattered wine bottle and take

 

up Elliot’s wine

 

be mad, Elliot. Chelsea didn’t mean to do that. She won’t actually lay her hand on Miss Tate,” the man sitting on the other side

 

hurry up and take three shots as punishment! You may

 

picked up her glass and prepared to

 

bodyguard who immediately walked

 

said before he returned to

 

back as he left the room with reddened eyes.

 

Both the stars of the night left. Do

 

give up, too. Otherwise, she’ll keep thinking she’ll become Mrs.

 

happened tonight would make her give up! Elliot is still planning

 

she has a bad temper. How does

 

……

 

knees in her arms as

 

tears for the past three days had

 

father’s final apology before his death constantly echoed

 

of the hatred that she had felt for

 

fell into a

 

morning, her eyes

 

a clean nightgown

 

eaten well the past few days, and she was so hungry

 

at the entrance of the dining room, she saw

 

her and immediately greeted her, “Breakfast is ready, Madam! Come over

 

plague. She was scared of offending him and suffering the

 

him delaying the divorce

 

down. Mrs. Cooper placed her breakfast in front of her, and she was about

 

last night

 

His voice was indifferent.

 

fork as

 

thousand dollars for a bottle of

 

wine was

 

her

 

looked like she could

 

was

 

said, “This is a warning. If you break

 

hearing this, and her appetite

 

during the early stages of pregnancy, ranging from vomiting to

 

the occasional bout of nausea, Avery had yet to

 

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