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

Z, but she did not dare be so

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Mr. Z, how would they proceed

was not, how would she deal with the blatant lie she had told him

me," Elliot ordered as he glared at her with

her brows.

he

his eyes, nor could she read his heart. All

door but noticed that

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

she snapped

me," Elliot said in a threatening tone. "Did you not hear me, or are you feigning ignorance?"

sweat dripped down her back, and her ankles

she would drink with him to his heart's

could not

drink even if he

locked, so there

walk toward him and try to reason with him.

to him and lowered her gaze. "I had something to do today, but it wasn't something on campus. I made an appointment to meet someone tonight.

Elliot asked as he raised his gaze and stared at

don't know his

you came

"Where is he, then?"

"Stuck in traffic."

not a child. Even if I am your wife, I have my own space and social life. You have no right to interfere in my affairs." 4 While she spoke, Elliot picked up his glass

not help but be distracted by the sensual movements of

drunk,

home

as she was lost in thought, Elliot's big hand

the pain, he had already yanked her over and thrown

soft, but Avery was still upset.

did he think

he could

not allowed to have

got

to reason with

no point in holding

of her eye, she saw a

Elliot was standing up!

stood up from

him in stunned silence as her mind went