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.
“Even if it were something I no longer wanted, I still won’t watch as someone puts her down.”
At that moment, Mrs. Cooper walked in to clean up the shattered wine bottle and take away the dirtied carpet.
Someone filled up Elliot’s wine glass.
“Don’t be 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 tried to lighten the mood.
“That’s right! Chelsea, hurry up and take three shots as punishment! You may be the birthday girl, but you did go a little too far!”
Chelsea picked up her glass and prepared to take three shots.
Elliot glanced to the side at his bodyguard who immediately walked over and helped him up.
“You guys go ahead!” Elliot said before he returned to his room.
Chelsea watched Elliot’s back as he left the room with reddened eyes. She gulped down three shots. She stomped in her stilletos.
“D*mn! Both the stars of the night left. Do we keep drinking?”
“Of course! It would be good for Chelsea to give up, too. Otherwise, she’ll keep thinking she’ll become Mrs. Foster one day!”
“I doubt what happened tonight would make her give up! Elliot is still planning to divorce Miss Tate, anyway.”
“Speaking of Avery Tate, she’s quite beautiful, but she has a bad temper. How does Elliot put up with it?”
……
In the guest room, Avery held her knees in her arms as tears quietly streamed down her face.
The dam that had held her tears for the past three days had been completely destroyed.
Her father’s final apology before his death constantly echoed in her head.
All of the hatred that she had felt for him had vanished without a trace.
She sobbed until she fell into a deep slumber.
When she woke up the next morning, her eyes were swollen and aching.
Avery changed into a clean nightgown and walked out of the room.
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