His Eagle Eyes on Me
Chapter 272

Chapter 272

She sat on the bed with unconcealable joy on her face.

Five years ago, her stepmother and Wanda's younger brother, James, stole three hundred million from

Tate Industries. After spending most of that fortune, greed had taken over him, and he had planned on

making another fortune from Tate Industries. Only this time, he would not be met with three hundred

million dollars, just the cold hard hand of the law.

A moment ago, Officer Boyd, the police officer who was responsible for the case, had contacted Avery

and informed her that James had already boarded the flight back to the country. 1

There was a team of officers at the airport, ready to ambush him. As soon as James landed, he would

be arrested.

This was something that Avery had spent years waiting for, and even after hanging up, she could not

seem to calm herself down. She wanted to share the good news with her friends, but it was three in the Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

morning, and she could not bring herself to wake them.

She got out of bed and stepped out of the bedroom. She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to

find a few cans of beer that her mother used for cooking. She took out the beer and went to sit down in

the living room.

At four in the morning, Elliot was rudely woken from his sleep by the sound of a ringing phone. He

scowled and picked up the phone.

When he saw Avery's name, he thought that he had seen it wrong. He massaged the bridge of his nose

and focused on the screen once again, but he was right. It was a call from Avery.

He sat up and picked up the phone without further hesitation, thinking that something bad had

happened for her to call him at this hour.

The two of them had long become strangers who barely even spoke to one another when they met, so

she could not possibly call him unless something had happened to her.

"Hello... Elliot? Happy Birthday!"

When he heard Avery's drunken voice, his heart eased slightly, before tensing again.

"She is calling because she's drunk! She is okay!" de thought to himself, "But why is she drunk at this

time? Is she not at home? She couldn't be this drunk if she was home."

"Avery Tate, you are becoming more and more ridiculous!" he scowled with disappointment in his voice.

"... I called to wish you Happy Birthday, why are you yelling at me?" She squeezed and smashed the

beer can in her hand. If only she had her hands on Elliot instead of the can, she would have strangled

him to death.

"My birthday's past," Elliot reminded her, before asking, "Why are you drinking? What happened?

Where are you? Give me the address!"

He swung his legs off the bed and got out. Striding toward the closet, he took out a set of clothes.

"Haha! I'm at home! Why do you think I'm this happy?" she giggled, abandoning her composure. Her

happiness shone through her voice.

He sat down by the bed at the sound of her wondrous laughter.

He could tell that she really was happy, but he simply did not know why.

"It's been so long since I heard you laugh, Avery," he said in a husky and seductive voice.

The smile froze on her face, and for a moment, it felt as though the two of them were still in love.

A sharp pain shot up her head and Avery tossed all the beer cans into the dustbin, before getting up

from the couch to walk back to her bedroom.

"Elliot Foster... I called you... to- to wish you Happy Birthday..."

"You already did."

"Oh... Then I hope that you get a son soon."

Elliot could not work up a fit of anger at her thoughtless comment and simply said, "No, thank you."

"No son? Then I wish you good fortune!" She stumbled her way back to the bedroom and threw herself

back onto the bed. She breathed heavily as she felt heavy.

An idea appeared in Elliot's mind when he heard her heavy breathing. It was said that the truth came

when one was drunk, and he happened to have a question for her.

"Avery, back then when you were pregnant with our child, did you really get rid of it?" he asked in a

hoarse voice, i

Hayden resembled him, and he had similar flaws in his personality as Shea did.

Elliot could not stop thinking about Hayden. If their child had survived, he would have been the same

age as Hayden.

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