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.”
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.
Avery took a deep breath and asked, “What are you doing here? Didn’t you say you were going to the old mansion for dinner?”
he was doing in the room
to ask if he was Mr. Z, but she did not
had no idea
he was Mr. Z, how would they
with the blatant lie she
drink with me,” Elliot ordered as he glared at her
Avery raised her brows.
was he trying to
you I don’t drink,” she replied. She could not read his eyes, nor could she read his heart. All
door but noticed that it was locked from
no way of opening that door no matter
going on, Elliot? Let me out!” she snapped as her cheeks
Elliot said in a threatening tone. “Did
sweat dripped down her back, and
would drink with him to his heart’s
she could not drink right
not drink even if
walk toward him and try to
stood next to him and lowered her gaze. “I had something to do today, but it wasn’t something on
he raised his gaze
even know his name, but
“Shaun came with me.”
“Where is he, then?”
“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
not help but be distracted by
would he get home if
lost in thought, Elliot’s big hand clasped
noticed the pain, he had already
couch was soft, but Avery
did he think she
that he could throw around
allowed to have her
and got up
with her, then there was
of her eye, she saw a tall figure looming over her and blocking
Elliot was standing up!