Chapter 10
The living room instantly fell so silent that one could hear the sound of a beating heart.

Avery stormed back to her room and violently slammed the door shut.

The loud bang rumbled through the entire mansion.

This woman dared slam a door in Elliot Foster’s house. She must not fear death.

Everyone turned their gaze to evaluate Elliot’s reaction. He looked calm and composed as if he was not angry at all.

Normally, if anyone were to make a sound louder than 60 decibels in front of him, he would definitely frown.

The sound of Avery’s slamming door was at least 90 decibels, so why was he not upset?

More importantly, the bottle of wine that Avery had smashed was over thirty thousand dollars. They had not even had the chance to drink it yet.

She broke it without even batting an eyelid.

“D*mn, I heard that Miss Tate’s father passed away a few days ago. Seeing as she showed up in black, she must have just returned from the funeral!”

Someone had mustered up the courage to break the silence.

The woman in the white dress was a senior manager at Sterling Group’s PR department, Chelsea Tierney.

It was her birthday, so she had invited a few of Elliot’s friends to the house to also celebrate his recovery.

Her earlier altercation with Avery was a huge blow to her pride.

Chelsea noticed Elliot’s unbothered expression, but she knew him well enough to know that he could blow up at any moment.

She returned to his side and apologized cautiously, “I’m sorry, Elliot. I didn’t know her father had passed away.”

Elliot snuffed out his cigarette in the ashtray. He smoothly picked up his wine glass with his long, slender fingers and downed its contents in one swift gulp.

He placed the empty glass back on the table, then said in a low, sensual voice, “Happy birthday.”

Chelsea’s ears turned red as she responded, “Thank you.”

“Also, Avery Tate isn’t someone you can touch,” Elliot said as he adjusted the collar of his shirt. His voice carried a hint of warning. “Even if she were just a pet in the Foster household, I’m the only one who can push her around.”

Chelsea panicked.

“But you’re about to divorce her, so she would be even less than a pet by then!”

Elliot’s gaze instantly turned ice cold.

I no longer wanted, I still

in to clean up the shattered wine bottle and take away the

filled up

mean to do that. She won’t actually lay her hand on Miss Tate,” the man sitting on the other side of Elliot said as he tried

Chelsea, hurry up and take three shots as punishment! You may be the birthday girl, but

picked up her glass and prepared to

side at his bodyguard who immediately

guys go ahead!” Elliot said before he returned

back as he left the room with reddened eyes. She

the night left. Do

Chelsea to give up, too. Otherwise, she’ll keep thinking she’ll become

doubt what happened tonight would make her give up! Elliot is still planning to divorce

but she has a bad temper. How

……

guest room, Avery held her knees in her arms as

that had held her tears for the past three days had been completely

father’s final apology before his death constantly echoed

hatred that she had felt for

sobbed until she fell into

morning, her

clean nightgown and walked out of the

not eaten well the past few days, and she was so hungry that her

the entrance of the dining

greeted her, “Breakfast is ready, Madam! Come over and

like the plague. She was scared of offending him and suffering

the

and sat down. Mrs. Cooper placed her breakfast in front of her, and she was about to eat when Elliot

of wine last night costs thirty thousand

His voice was indifferent.

her fork as her

dollars for a bottle of

of wine was

expecting her to

looked like she

of pain in her stomach. Her back was

tired and pale face and said, “This is a warning. If you break something in my house again, you’ll pay for it to

stopped hurting upon hearing this, and her appetite

side effects during the early stages of pregnancy, ranging from vomiting to being

nausea, Avery had yet to throw

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