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.

no longer wanted, I

walked in to clean up the

filled up Elliot’s wine

mad, Elliot. Chelsea didn’t mean to do that. She won’t actually lay her hand on Miss Tate,” the man sitting

shots as punishment! You may

and

to the side at his bodyguard who immediately walked over and helped

ahead!” Elliot said before he

room with reddened eyes. She gulped

of the night left. Do we keep

would be good for Chelsea to give up, too. Otherwise, she’ll keep thinking she’ll

her give up! Elliot is still

of Avery Tate, she’s quite beautiful, but she has

……

knees in her arms as

that had held her tears for the past three days had

his death constantly echoed

that she had felt for him had vanished

she fell into

morning, her eyes were swollen and

nightgown and

well the past few days, and she was so hungry that her stomach

of the

“Breakfast is ready, Madam! Come

past, Avery avoided Elliot like the plague. She was scared of offending him and

delaying the divorce gave her

furthest from him and sat down. Mrs. Cooper placed her breakfast in front of her, and she was about to

wine last night costs thirty

His voice was indifferent.

tightened around her fork as her mind went

for a bottle

of wine

expecting her to pay for

think she looked like

pang of pain in her stomach. Her back was drenched in a cold sweat, and she

glanced at Avery’s tired and pale face and said, “This is a warning. If you

hearing this, and her appetite

early stages of pregnancy, ranging from vomiting

from the occasional bout of nausea, Avery had yet to throw

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