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

 

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

 

moment, Mrs. Cooper walked in to clean up

 

up Elliot’s wine

 

won’t actually lay her hand on Miss Tate,” the

 

may be the birthday girl, but you did go a

 

up her glass and prepared to take

 

glanced to the side at his bodyguard who immediately walked

 

Elliot said before he returned to

 

room with reddened eyes. She gulped down

 

the night left. Do

 

would be good for Chelsea to give up, too. Otherwise, she’ll keep

 

would make her give up! Elliot is still planning to

 

of Avery Tate, she’s quite beautiful, but she has a bad temper. How

 

……

 

the guest room, Avery held her knees in her arms as tears

 

had held her tears for the past three days

 

his

 

that she had felt for him had vanished

 

sobbed until she fell

 

the next morning, her eyes were

 

into a clean nightgown and walked out

 

the past few days, and she was so hungry that

 

arrived at the entrance of the dining room, she saw

 

saw her and immediately greeted her, “Breakfast is ready,

 

Elliot like the plague. She was scared of offending him and

 

delaying the divorce gave her

 

chose the seat furthest from him and sat down. Mrs. Cooper placed her breakfast in front of her, and she was

 

of wine last night costs thirty thousand

 

His voice was indifferent.

 

her fork as her mind

 

thousand dollars for

 

kind of wine

 

he expecting her to pay

 

think she looked like

 

felt a pang of pain in her stomach. Her back was drenched in a cold sweat,

 

Avery’s tired and pale face and said, “This is a warning. If you break something in my

 

hurting upon hearing

 

effects during the early stages

 

occasional bout of nausea, Avery had yet to

 

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