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

Mr. Z, but she did

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Z, how would they proceed to discuss business

the

with me," Elliot ordered as he glared at her with bloodshot

raised her

was he trying

she read

open the door but noticed that

way of opening that door no matter how much strength she put into it.

on, Elliot? Let me out!" she snapped as her cheeks flushed with

said in a threatening tone. "Did you not hear

sweat dripped down her back,

drink, then she would drink with him to

not drink right

drink even if he strangled

locked, so there was no way out.

only walk toward him and try to reason

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.

raised his gaze and stared at

know his name."

but you came

"Where is he, then?"

"Stuck in traffic."

my own space and social

but be distracted by the sensual movements of his throat.

get drunk, drinking

home

she was lost in thought, Elliot's big hand clasped around her

noticed the pain, he had already yanked her

but Avery was

he think

he could throw around as he

have her own thoughts and opinions?

teeth and got up from the couch.

was unwilling to reason with her,

no point in holding

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

Elliot was standing up!

from the

stared at him in stunned silence as her mind went blank.