Elliot and Avery novel Chapter 955

Chapter 955

Avery knew that Elliot and Eric didn’t have a good relationship, so it was strange to see them standing together.

“Nothing to talk about.” Elliot looked at Eric coldly and replied to Avery, “Eric is worried about your s-e-x. Mr. Foster, remind me to exercise more.”

“You guys are so boring!” Avery’s cheeks rose Red, angry and walk away.

When Eric saw Avery’s anger, the calmness on his face disappeared: “Elliot, you are so shameless!”

Elliot said, “I’m afraid I’m not as shameless as you. It’s not about your mouth. You don’t have to worry about it. I can’t, why don’t you find a woman to prove you can.”

Eric left angrily after his words!

Mike said to Elliot, “You’re screwed. When Layla finds out that you are mad at Eric, she will definitely be mad at you!”

Elliot felt a pain in his temple.

It’s impossible for him to chase Eric back. But he didn’t want to make Layla angry either.

Mike immediately came up with a plan, “I have a solution. You go too. That way Layla won’t be mad at you.”

Elliot frowned. He didn’t want to go! He’s going on a business trip soon, he won’t be able to see Robert for a week, and he wanted to spend a little more time with Robert.

After thinking about Mike’s proposal carefully, Chad persuaded: “Boss, why don’t you go first! Otherwise, you will make Layla angry, and it will take a long time to coax her well. Besides, Avery is also angry. “

Elliot’s eyes flashed a bit of chill.

Eric, a defeated general, dared to provoke him!

If Eric hadn’t taken the initiative to provoke him, he would not have fought back.

After he left, Mike went to coax Avery, “They are gone. Don’t be angry. So many guests are watching!”

“Yes.” Elliot unbuttoned his jacket and threw it on the sofa.

“You take a rest, I’ll cook now.” After Mrs. Scarlet finished speaking, she walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Elliot picked up the glass and took a glass of cold water to drink.

He loosened the collar of his shirt and strode toward the second floor.

After entering the bedroom, he walked to the window and closed the curtains, and with his slender fingers, he unbuttons the buttons of his shirt one by one.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly glanced at the printing paper on the bedside table.

It was sent by the bodyguard last night. The above prints the surveillance screenshot of the strange middle-aged man last night.

He strode over, turned on the light, and picked up the piece of paper.