"That's right! I'll do anything as long as it's for the money!" Avery yelled as voice trembled and her cheeks flushed. "Mind your own business!"
A savage fury rose in Elliot's eyes.
"Clear the place!"
At his order, his bodyguards instantly kicked out everyone from the restaurant, including Norman who was passed out on the floor.
In an instant, Avery and Elliot were the only two people left in the grand restaurant.
Avery shoved Elliot's chest away and snapped, "Elliot Foster, you scoundrel! You're such a jerk!"
Despite all of her efforts, Elliot did not budge.
"Weren't you willing to sell your body? Let me help you with that!"
With his large hand, Elliot ripped Avery's shirt open.
The color vanished from Avery's face.
"Don't touch me! Elliot! Please don't touch me!" she begged.
"If other people can touch you, then why can't I?! Is it because I didn't pay you?"
Elliot had completely lost his reason.
He took his wallet out of pocket, pulled out all of the cash from it and threw it at Avery's terrified face.
He violently tore her shirt apart, exposing her fair cleavage.
Tears escaped the corners of her eyes.
"Elliot Foster! If you touch me one more time, I'll never see you ever again!" she sobbed. "I can't afford to go against you, but I can disappear from your sight!"
Avery's words hit Elliot like a bucket of ice cold water.
As he watched her humiliated yet enraged face, the compulsion in his body died down.
The reason that had vanished before returned into his mind.
His Adam's apple rolled in his throat as he lifted his slender fingers and began to unbutton his shirt.
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