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.

were something I no longer wanted, I still won’t watch as someone puts

up the shattered

filled up

mad, Elliot. Chelsea didn’t 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

up and take three shots as punishment! You may

up her glass and prepared

the side at his bodyguard who

ahead!” Elliot said before he returned

left the room with reddened eyes. She gulped down

the stars of the night

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

up! Elliot is still planning to

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

……

knees in her arms as tears quietly streamed

held her tears for the past

his death constantly

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

fell into a

up the next morning, her eyes

clean nightgown and walked

the past few days, and she was

arrived at the entrance of the dining room, she saw Elliot’s back and

saw her and immediately greeted her, “Breakfast is ready, Madam! Come

like the plague. She was scared

of him delaying the divorce gave her a boost

down. Mrs. Cooper placed her breakfast in front of her, and she was

of wine last night costs thirty

His voice was indifferent.

hand tightened around her fork as her mind went

dollars for a bottle of

wine was

her to pay for

he think she looked like

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

face and said, “This is a warning. If

upon hearing this, and

suffer side effects during the early stages of pregnancy,

from the occasional bout of nausea, Avery had yet

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