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!”

 

gaze instantly turned

 

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

 

Cooper walked in to clean up the shattered wine bottle and

 

up

 

on Miss Tate,” the man sitting on the other side of

 

may be the birthday girl, but you did go a

 

up her glass and prepared

 

glanced to the side at his bodyguard who

 

Elliot said before he returned

 

left the room with reddened eyes. She gulped down three shots. She stomped in her

 

of the

 

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

 

make her give up! Elliot is still

 

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

 

……

 

in her arms as tears quietly streamed down her

 

tears for the past three days

 

father’s final apology before his death constantly echoed in her

 

hatred that she had felt for him

 

until she fell into a

 

morning, her eyes

 

changed into a clean nightgown and walked

 

few days, and she

 

arrived at the entrance of the dining room, she saw

 

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

 

She was

 

him delaying the divorce gave her a boost

 

seat furthest from him and sat down. Mrs. Cooper placed her breakfast in front

 

bottle of wine last night

 

His voice was indifferent.

 

tightened around her fork as

 

for a bottle

 

of wine

 

he expecting her to pay for

 

think she looked

 

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

 

and said, “This is a warning. If you break something

 

stopped hurting upon hearing this,

 

the early stages of pregnancy, ranging from vomiting to being

 

of nausea,

 

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