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.”


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?”

what he was doing in the room

to ask if he was Mr. Z, but

she had no

how would they

would she deal with the blatant lie she had

Elliot ordered as he glared

Avery raised her brows.

was he trying to

drink,” she replied. She could not read his eyes, nor could she read his heart. All she wanted

but noticed that it was locked from

opening that door no matter how much strength she put

Elliot? Let me out!” she snapped as

in a threatening tone. “Did you not hear

sweat dripped down her back,

could drink, then she would

she could not

could not drink even if he strangled

so there was no

could only walk toward him and try to reason

lied to you this morning,” Avery said as she stood next to him and lowered her gaze. “I had something to do today, but it wasn’t something on

is he?” Elliot asked as he raised his gaze


name, but

“Shaun came with me.”

“Where is he, then?”

“Stuck in traffic.”


up his glass and took another

could not help but be distracted by the sensual movements of

get drunk,

would he get home if he

thought, Elliot’s big hand

the time she noticed the pain, he had already yanked her over and thrown

was soft, but

did he

that he could throw

she not allowed to have

her teeth and got

to reason with her, then there was no point in holding

Avery was preparing to stand up, from the corner of her eye, she saw a tall figure

Elliot was standing up!

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