She felt suffocated as the world began to spin around her.
How could Elliot be Mr. Z?!
Mr. Z sent her eight hundred thousand dollars and wanted to invest in Tate Industries. How was it possible that Elliot would do that?
However, if he was not Mr. Z, then what was he doing there?
Her mind spun as she looked at the man before her. His wheelchair, dark shirt, and unusually fair skin told her that the man in front of her was no other than Elliot Foster.
Avery let out a cold breath and subconsciously took a few steps back, but the door to the private room was closed.
“Leaving before saying hello?”
Seeing her so nervous made Elliot press his lips into a thin line.
“What are you doing in a place like this?”
Avery raised her hand to push a strand of hair behind her ear. She forced herself to stay calm as she said, “I… I’m here to have dinner with some friends.”
“This is a bar.”
“Oh…”
Avery glanced around the private room. It was a large room that was lavishly decorated, but she felt like she was in hell and could not settle down.
“I… I think I came to the wrong place. I’ll go look for them now.”
“Avery Tate,” Elliot hissed. His voice was as cold as ice. “Did you not take what I said this morning seriously?”
“I heard you,” Avery said, “but I have no reason to live my life by your words.”
She remembered what happened last time like it was yesterday.
She had not drunk that night, but he had insisted that she had dressed like a prostitute so that she might go out drinking with other men.
Avery’s reply made Elliot raise his thick brows.
He knew she was different from other women. She had her own opinions, and she did not back down in the face of power. Most importantly, no matter how sternly he warned her, she would never take his threats seriously.
Which also meant that she did not take him seriously at all.
Elliot picked up a glass of wine and took a sip.
Avery took a deep breath and asked, “What are you doing here? Didn’t you say you were going to the old mansion for dinner?”
She wanted to ask what he was doing in the room that Mr. Z had booked.
She wanted to ask if he was Mr. Z, but she did not dare be so straightforward.
This was because she had no idea what his answer would be.
If he was Mr. Z, how would they proceed to discuss business matters?
If he was not, how would she deal with the blatant lie she had told him that morning?
“Come and drink with me,” Elliot ordered as he glared at her with bloodshot eyes.
Avery raised her brows.
What was he trying to do?
“I told you I don’t drink,” she replied. She could not read his eyes, nor could she read his heart. All she wanted to do was leave that place. “Enjoy yourself. I’m leaving!”
She tried to open the door but noticed that it was locked from the outside.
There was no way of opening that door no matter how much strength she put into it.
“What’s going on, Elliot? Let me out!” she snapped as her cheeks flushed with anger.
“I told you to drink with me,” Elliot said in a threatening tone. “Did you not hear me, or are you feigning ignorance?”
Avery’s cold sweat dripped down her back, and her ankles shook.
If she could drink, then she would drink with him to his heart’s content.
However, she could not drink right now!
She could not drink even if he strangled her.
The door was locked, so there was no way out.
She could only walk toward him and try to reason with him.
“I lied to you this morning,” Avery said as she stood next to him and lowered her gaze. “I had something to do today, but it wasn’t something on campus. I made an appointment to meet someone tonight. He agreed to invest in my father’s company.”
“Who is he?” Elliot asked as he raised his gaze and stared at her flushed cheeks.
“I don’t know his name.”
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