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

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

up

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

punishment! You may be

her glass and prepared to take

at his bodyguard who immediately walked over and helped

guys go ahead!” Elliot said before he

left the room with reddened

the stars of the night left. Do we keep

up, too. Otherwise,

tonight would make her give up! Elliot is

beautiful, but she has

……

in her arms as

her tears for the past three days had been

before his death constantly

that she had felt for

she fell

next morning, her eyes were

changed into a clean nightgown and

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

entrance of the

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

She was scared of

delaying the divorce gave her a boost

Cooper placed her breakfast in front of

bottle of wine last night costs thirty

His voice was indifferent.

fork as her mind

thousand dollars for a bottle

kind of wine was that

he expecting her to pay

think she looked

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

a warning. If you break something in my house again, you’ll

hearing this, and

effects during the early stages of pregnancy,

occasional bout of nausea,

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