Chapter 20
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?

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.

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?”

Seeing her so nervous made Elliot press his lips into a thin line.

“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.”

“This is a bar.”

“Oh…”

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.

“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?”

“I heard you,” Avery said, “but I have no reason to live my life by your words.”

She remembered what happened last time like it was yesterday.

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.

Avery’s reply made Elliot raise his thick brows.

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.

Which also meant that she did not take him seriously at all.

Elliot picked up a glass of wine and took a sip.

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?”

he was doing in the room that

ask if he was Mr. Z,

had no

how would

not, how would she deal with the blatant

and drink with me,” Elliot ordered as he glared at her with

Avery raised her brows.

was he

you I don’t drink,” she replied. She could not read his eyes, nor could she read his

noticed that it was locked

no way of opening that door no matter how

Let me out!” she

told you to drink with me,” Elliot said in a threatening tone. “Did you

sweat dripped down her

she would drink

she could not drink right

drink even if

locked, so there was no

only walk toward him

something to do

asked as he raised his gaze

don’t know

know his name, but you came to meet

“Shaun came with me.”

“Where is he, then?”

“Stuck in traffic.”

a child. Even if I am your wife, I have my own space

she spoke, Elliot picked up his

but be distracted by the sensual movements of his

get drunk,

would he get home if he

in thought, Elliot’s big hand

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

but Avery was

he

he could throw around as he

to have her own thoughts and

her teeth and got up from the

to reason with her, then there was no point in holding

up, from the corner of her eye, she saw

Elliot was standing up!

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