His Eagle Eyes on Me

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? 1

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. 5 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?" 2

Seeing her so nervous made Elliot press his lips into a thin line. 1

"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." 1

"This is a bar." 1

"Oh..." 2

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. 1 "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?" 5

"I heard you," Avery said, "but I have no reason to live my life by your words." 5

She remembered what happened last time like it was yesterday. 1

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. 4

Avery's reply made Elliot raise his thick brows. 4

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. 4

Which also meant that she did not take him seriously at all. 1

Elliot picked up a glass of wine and took a sip. 4

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?" 3

She wanted to ask what he was doing in the room that Mr. Z had booked. 1

if he was Mr. Z, but she

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how would they proceed to

she deal with the blatant lie she had

me," Elliot ordered as he glared at her with

raised her brows.

he trying to

drink," she replied. She could not read his eyes, nor could she read his heart. All she wanted to do was leave that place.

door but noticed that it was

was no way of opening that door no matter how much strength

out!" she

to drink with me," Elliot said in a threatening tone. "Did you not

dripped down her back, and her

she could drink, then she would drink with him to his

she could not

even if

locked, so there was no

only walk toward him and try

do today, but it wasn't something on campus. I made an appointment to meet someone tonight. He agreed to invest in my father's

his gaze and stared at

know

know his name, but you came to meet him?" "Shaun came

"Where is he, then?"

"Stuck in traffic."

I have my own space and social life. You have no right to interfere in my

be distracted by the sensual movements of

drunk,

he get home

Elliot's big hand clasped

had already yanked her over and thrown

was soft, but Avery was

he think

he could

she not allowed to have her own thoughts

her teeth and got up from the couch.

unwilling to

in holding

of her eye, she saw a tall figure looming over

Elliot was standing up!

from the

in stunned silence as her