When His Eyes Opened (Avery and Elliott)

Chapter 667 

What was Avery Tate looking for him for?

Looking at her cold expressions, it did not seem like she was looking for him for pleasure!

“Ryan.” Avery placed a stack of cash and a bottle of medication in front of him. “If you properly answer my questions and tell me what you know, this money is yours. If you don’t cooperate and say nothing. This bottle of medicine will shut you up forever.”

Ryan was scared half to death. He pointed at the black bottle of medicine and stuttered, “W What medicine is 46 this?”

“A poison. Once you consume it, you’ll die immediately. The most important thing is that the coroner will not detect this poison. By then, they will say that you asphyxiated due to over excitement. No one will suspect.” Avery’s tone was calm and light.

Ryan was so frightened his face turned pale. He immediately knelt on the ground. “Miss Tate. What do you want to know, ask all you want, but I’m only a lowly staff member, I don’t know34 much!”

Avery saw how Ryan was not on guard, she immediately asked, “When I was cheated to go to the hotel that day, who got you to welcome me? Who moved me to room Six Zero Nine? Have you seen the woman in the video before?”

just a lowly server. My duty that day was just to serve you a cup of water. I don’t know about the other

was an impatient woman. Looking at how he stuttered, she was a little

indeed see a woman who looks a lot like you, Miss Tate…” Ryan said. He swept a glance at the cash on the

arms. “Ryan, don’t be afraid. I only want to know what

You passed out at that time. How could you have done something like that with a man?” Ryan took the cash. Suddenly, his speech was much more fluent. “Miss Tate, don’t expose me!

it to Ryan. “The woman

showed Ryan Nora’s

“It’s her. She

Tammy kicked Ryan in

spoke out of line, so he bore the

you saw this woman, was she pregnant?” Avery was in

it. Later, when I met you again in the hotel,

in Avery’s heart were solved. It was Nora! It was truly Nora secretly pretending