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."

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

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be mad, Elliot. Chelsea

he tried to lighten the mood. "That's right! Chelsea, hurry up and take three shots as punishment!

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go ahead!" Elliot said

down three shots. She walked away in her stilletos. "D*mn! Both the stars of the night left.

good for Chelsea to give up, too.

make her give up! Elliot

she's quite beautiful, but she has a bad

room, Avery held her knees in her arms as tears quietly streamed down her

tears for the past three days

before his death constantly echoed in her

felt for him had vanished

she fell into a deep

the next morning,

nightgown and walked

eaten well the past few days, and she was so hungry that her

arrived at the entrance of

Elliot's back and

immediately greeted her," Breakfast is ready,

like the plague. She was scared of offending

the divorce gave her

the seat furthest

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

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His voice was indifferent.

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expecting her to

looked like she

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

at Avery's tired and pale face and said," This is a warning. If you break something in my house again,

hurting upon hearing this, and

stages of pregnancy, ranging from vomiting to

of nausea, Avery

she saw the pieces of meat on her plate, she

not good, Madam?" Mrs. Cooper said anxiously when she saw