His Eagle Eyes on Me

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!"

Elliot's gaze instantly turned ice cold.

"Even if it were something I no longer wanted, I still won't watch as someone puts her down."

that moment, Mrs. Cooper walked in to clean up the shattered wine bottle and take away

filled up Elliot's

Elliot. Chelsea didn't mean

man sitting on the other side of Elliot said as he tried to lighten the mood. "That's right! Chelsea, hurry up

to the side at his bodyguard who immediately walked

ahead!" Elliot said

as he left the room with reddened eyes. She gulped down three shots. She walked away in her stilletos. "D*mn! Both the stars of the night left. Do we keep

course! It would be good for Chelsea to give up, too. Otherwise, she'll keep thinking she'll

her give up! Elliot is still planning to divorce Miss Tate,

she's quite beautiful, but she has a bad temper. How does Elliot

room, Avery held her knees in her arms

her tears for the

before his death constantly

hatred that she had felt for him had

fell into a deep

up the next morning, her

nightgown and walked out of the

few days, and she

at the entrance

Elliot's back

Breakfast is ready,

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

the divorce gave

furthest from him

breakfast in front of her, and she was about to eat when

of wine last night costs

His voice was indifferent.

tightened around her fork as her

for a

wine was that

he expecting her

she looked like she

of pain in her stomach. Her back was drenched

and pale face and said," This is a warning. If you break something in my house

hearing this, and her

the early stages of pregnancy, ranging

occasional bout of nausea,

of meat on her plate, she suddenly felt uneasy and picked

Mrs. Cooper