NovelAppElliot had lost a lot of weight, and his originally well-defined facial features appeared more profound and elegant.
What was he doing here? Was he the mysterious guest? Lucy left after finishing the task. 2 Watching Lucy leave, Avery realized that the mysterious guest was indeed Elliot.
Was he not bedridden? 1 Was he feeling better already? Avery stood still, not saying a word or approaching him.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Mr. Foster, is this lady the person you're looking for?" The person in charge asked Elliot.
Elliot nodded. "Thank you." "You're welcome,” said the person in charge in a pleasing tone.
Elliot walked toward Avery, looking at her with indifferent eyes, and said, "Let's talk." "Talk? What's there to talk about?" Avery lowered her gaze, her tone was cold.
Elliot was not in a hurry or annoyed. Instead, he took her arm with his big hand and pulled her away. There were many people backstage, and it was uncertain how they would talk about them.
Leaving backstage, Elliot led her through the lobby and into the VIP lounge. He closed the door behind them.
Elliot's voice was hoarse yet powerful. "Avery, stay away from Charlie. Whatever his purpose for approaching you is, he's not going to do you any good." Avery met his eyes and retorted, "You don't want me to cooperate with him because you want me to sell the company to you?" 1 Elliot's Adam's apple rolled. However, before he could contradict her statement, Avery continued, "Don't you think you are being too miserly? No wonder you're embarrassed to come forward. If | were you, | would never admit that | offered one hundred and fifty-five million dollars.” 1 A faint blush appeared on Elliot's pale face when he heard her teasing. She knew how to provoke him quickly.
"Name your price." His breathing became heavier, and his voice was hoarse.
"Hehe. You came here specifically to discuss business with me?" Avery sneered, "Sure, but I'm not free now. Let's do it tomorrow! How about that?" Elliot saw her leaving, and he grabbed her arm again.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Avery, I'll say it one last time," Elliot said, coughing a few times. His voice was hoarse as his breathing steadied. "You're no match for Charlie... If you think one hundred and fifty-five million dollars is too small an amount, name your price." Avery faced the cold door, and her disguised rudeness melted away.
He was obviously still sick, and he was not here for an urgent matter. Why had he come? Could he not wait till he had fully recovered? Avery shut her eyes and quietly took a deep breath. Then, she simply mentioned a number, "Three hundred million. | want you to invest in the company and not buy it!" It was not that she really wanted three hundred million, but she just wanted to see his reaction. It was he who forced her to make an offer. 2 "Okay," Elliot agreed without hesitation, "go and reject Charlie..." 1 Avery suddenly turned around and interrupted him, her chest heaving, "Are you crazy? You're ill now, so | won't talk to you! Hurry and go back!" 2 "I'm feeling much better." His voice was a little softer than before, but his eyes were redder.
Avery sensed something was wrong and put her hand on his forehead.
It was a little hot.
She withdrew her hand and said with great difficulty,’ Are you going back yourself, or do | have to call your bodyguard!" "Go and reject Charlie." He did not seem to understand her and continued pushing his demand. 1 "I'm not rejecting him! The more you do this, the more I insist on not rejecting him!" Avery's eyes were turning red, and she gritted her teeth. "Elliot, | won't be at your mercy anymore!" 2 Avery saw a hint of disappointment spreading across Elliot's haggard face. Then, she looked away, opened the door, and left quickly. 5 Exiting the room, Avery felt the chill of the wind.
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