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.

wanted,

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

up Elliot’s wine

actually lay her hand on Miss Tate,” the man sitting on the other side of

shots as punishment! You may

glass and prepared to take

to the side at his bodyguard who immediately walked over and

ahead!” Elliot said before he returned to

the room with reddened eyes. She gulped down three shots.

Both the stars of the night

for Chelsea to give up, too. Otherwise,

up! Elliot is still planning to divorce Miss Tate,

of Avery Tate, she’s quite beautiful, but she has a bad temper. How

……

room, Avery held her knees in her arms

dam that had held her tears for the past

his death constantly echoed in her

the hatred that she had felt

sobbed until she fell into a deep

morning,

a clean nightgown and walked out of the

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

she arrived at the entrance of the dining room, she

her and immediately greeted her, “Breakfast is ready,

the plague. She was

the

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

last night costs

His voice was indifferent.

tightened around her fork as

dollars for a

kind of wine was that

expecting her to pay

he think she looked like she could

in her stomach. Her back was drenched in a cold sweat,

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

stomach stopped hurting upon hearing this,

stages of pregnancy,

the occasional bout of nausea, Avery had yet to throw

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