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

ask if he was Mr. Z, but she did not dare

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he was Mr. Z, how would they proceed to

would she deal with the blatant lie she had told

as he glared at her with bloodshot

raised her brows.

was he

not read his eyes, nor could she read his heart. All she wanted to do

the door but noticed that it was locked from the outside.

door no matter how much strength she put into

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

me," Elliot said in a threatening tone. "Did

down her back, and her ankles shook.

could drink, then she would drink with

not drink

could not drink even if he

door was locked, so there was no way out.

toward him and try

had something to do today, but it wasn't something on

he?" Elliot asked as he raised his gaze and stared

don't know

name, but you came to meet

"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

but be distracted by the sensual

get drunk,

he get home if he got drunk?

Elliot's

the time she noticed the pain, he had already yanked her over and

couch was soft, but

he

a toy that he could throw around as he pleased?!

she not allowed to have her own thoughts

and got up from the

was unwilling to reason with her, then

point in holding back!

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

Elliot was standing up!

stood up from

stared at him in stunned silence