NovelAppOver at Ylore, it had been almost a week since Elliot's arrival.
After Gary introduced all the ventures that he was involved in, he brought Elliot to have a chat over sdrinks.
"You haven't contacted anyone from the country within the last couple of days, right?" Gary was referring to Avery.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I lost my phone." Elliot raised his glass and took a sip. "I've already told you that.” "Yes, | remember. | sent sguys to check the villa a couple of times, and | also sent someone to the airport to look for it. None of them found it though," Gary said frankly. "You probably didn't bring it with you on the plane." "I was answering your question." Elliot put down his glass and stared into the far night sky from the balcony. "I couldn't contact anyone because | lost my phone." "Hahaha! If you wanted to them, you'd have all sorts of ways to do it even if you lost your cell phone. Didn't | send someone to buy you a new cell phone? I'm sure you remember Avery's number. If you wanted to contact her, you'd be able to do so whenever you want," Gary teased. "Last | heard, she's looking for you!" "How did you find out?" Elliot frowned.
He hated it when other people encroach on his privacy and he had a particular disdain for being investigated.
Gary raised his eyebrows. "I didn't look into your private business. | just called Ben and chatted casually with him. He was worried about you, and he even tried testingby askingif | had met you. | said no, of course. | asked him if Avery ran away with that fool named Adrian, and he said..." Gary paused deliberately to keep up the suspense.
Elliot saw him holding up the wine glass so he picked up the wine glass and clinked glasses with him.
"Ben said that Avery was looking for you. That she wants to get you back." Gary looked at Elliot with a sharp and discerning gaze. "What do you think of it? Listen to what | have to say! If you go back to Aryadelle now, you're going to be a nobody compared to the other rich people even if you still have sassets on h>f$; YMT=. Even if you and Avery get together again, simply relying on Avery's Tate Industries might not be enough to get you into the upper-class circle. Everyone else will say that you're relying on your wife to provide for you.
"And as the days go by and you fail to make a comeback, Avery might even despise you. Women are snobbish that way," Gary continued. "Even if Avery isn't that kind of woman, she'll definitely hurt you again and again. She has done it before, and she will do it again. Fool you once, shon her; fool you twice, shon you. If you keep falling for her tricks, there's only one thing | can say- you're beyond help.
"If you think what | said isn’t right, you can always leave." Gary pointed to the exit, "If you leave today, we'll go our separate ways from then on. Other people only get one chance, but I've given you plenty. | treat you differently than others, and I'm sure you realize that." Elliot finished the wine in his glass.
"I'll give you an answer tomorrow.” He put the glass down and strode away.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmGary looked at his tall back and let out a long sigh.
"This is so tough. Why does he have to think about it when I've given him such attractive conditions!" His assistant asked, "But you admire him for that, don’t you? If he really agreed to follow you, the chances of him betraying you are zero." "I'm just worried he won't bow down!" Gary sighed. "I pity him, but he refuses to listen to me. | wonder just what kind of love potion Avery gave him to make him so smitten with her and give him everything he has. How insidious." "Even the heroes of yore have weaknesses for the charms of a beautiful woman." "Avery? A beautiful woman?" "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. You might not think she's beautiful, but Elliot does." "Hehe, if | get him to forget Avery and introduce her to him the second tdo you think he will still be captivated by her? " Gary was very curious.
"Perhaps. Or perhaps not," the assistant said prudently. "After all, no one can predict what his character will be after the treatment. Besides, he hasn't agreed to it yet!" "I think | managed to get him to agree to it," Gary said with an inscrutable expression. " He seems shaken when | looked at him tonight." "Then should | congratulate you in advance?" the assistant asked. "Won't he be at your mercy if he loses his memory completely?" "What the hell are you thinking about? There's no way in hell I'd mess with his mind. | need him to make money for me!" Gary took out a cigar, and the assistant immediately produced a lighter and lit the cigar for him.
The flfrom the lighter flickered in the night! Elliot returned to the villa where he was staying. He was feeling a little tipsy and it spread to his limbs and bones. There was also a dull throbbing in his temple.
After changing into sslippers, Elliot walked toward the living room sofa. The housekeeper who was in charge of him walked over immediately after seeing his return. "Do you need anything, Mr. Foster?"
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