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.

longer wanted, I still won’t

moment, Mrs. Cooper walked in to clean up the shattered wine bottle and take away

filled up

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

shots as punishment! You may be the birthday girl, but you did

up her glass and prepared to take

at his bodyguard

guys go ahead!” Elliot said before

with reddened eyes. She gulped down

Both the stars of the night left. Do

Chelsea to give up, too. Otherwise,

her give up! Elliot is still planning

Tate, she’s quite beautiful, but she has a bad temper. How does Elliot put

……

knees in her arms as tears quietly streamed down

for the past three

final apology before his death constantly echoed in

of the hatred that she had felt for him had vanished without

sobbed until she fell into a deep

next morning, her

into a clean nightgown and walked out of the

had not eaten well the past few days,

at the entrance of the dining

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

Elliot like the plague. She was scared

the divorce gave

down. Mrs. Cooper placed her

bottle of wine last night costs thirty

His voice was indifferent.

fork as her mind went

for a

of wine was

her to pay for

she looked

pang of pain in her stomach. Her back was drenched

“This is a warning. If you break something in my house again, you’ll pay for it

hearing this, and

early stages of pregnancy,

of nausea, Avery had yet

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