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.

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

locked, so

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

know

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

get drunk,

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!

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