Chapter 30
Friday, afternoon.
“Madam, Master Elliot will be back tonight. You should come back too!”
Avery had been living at her mom’s place ever since Elliot forced her to have an abortion.
“Alright. It’s time that I end things between me and him.” Avery hung up and went to Elliot’s mansion.
It was seven in the evening.
Elliot’s plane landed at the airport.
He hopped into a black Rolls-Roice with the escort of his bodyguards.
Once he was seated, he realized that Chelsea was in there.
“Elliot, how’s my new hairstyle?” Chelsea wore a pink puffy dress. She tucked her hair behind her ear and seductively smiled at him.
Chelsea wanted to surprise him in the car.
Elliot quickly glanced at Chelsea and was no longer calm.
He was tensed and his face was as cold as ice. Tension arose in the car.
Chelsea noticed that. She felt anxious.
“What’s wrong, Elliot? Don’t you like my hairstyle? Or is it because this dress is ugly…?” Chelsea was nervous. Her voice was slightly trembling.
Elliot slapped her harshly!
Her body flung towards the car door.
“Scissors!” Elliot clenched his fist and spat that word out.
The bodyguards outside the car received the order and immediately ran to buy scissors.
Chelsea shivered in the car. She held her stinging cheek as she tasted blood from the corner of her mouth.
She was confused.
Utterly confused.
She had been with Elliot for ten years. Elliot was never that angry with her during those ten years.
Avery Tate!
That was her idea!
“Elliot! Let me explain! Avery told me to dress like this, and to have a hime haircut! Avery wants to piss you off. It’s not my fault!” Chelsea cried and grabbed onto Elliot’s arm. She tried to explain with tears in her eyes.
The bodyguards returned with scissors.
Elliot ordered, “Cut off her hair! And that dress!”
Chelsea jolted. The light in her eyes slowly faded away…
Why was he offended by the hairstyle and the puffy dress?
She could not figure it out.
However, how did Avery know that?
The bodyguards dragged Chelsea out of the car. Then, they closed the door.
Elliot softly ordered, “Drive.”
Avery had been waiting in the living room after she ate dinner.
She already packed her things.
She was waiting for Elliot to come back, so that she could discuss the divorce with him.
Around eight, a Rolls-Roice slowly drove into the front yard.
Mrs. Cooper quickly walked out to welcome him.
Avery anxiously looked outside.
The autumn night was cold. The view was glazed in a hazy chill.
Elliot sat in a wheelchair. The bodyguard pushed him into the living room.
He was still wearing a black blouse and black sweatpants. He had an intimidating and unfriendly look.
“Elliot Foster, when are we getting divorced?” asked Avery with the courage she mustered. Elliot looked up at her and asked, “Divorce?”
