"Thank you for your concern, but I don't need it," Elliot said.

Met with a sharp rejection, Chelsea turned and left.

The sound of a phone ringing pierced through the silent living room.

When Elliot saw Avery's name flashing on his phone screen, his temples twitched suddenly.

It was almost noon.

He had agreed to meet Avery that morning.

He received Chelsea's call while he was getting ready to leave and had completely forgotten about the meeting.

Elliot answered the call and said, "I'm sorry. Something came up, and I couldn't make it. I'll get my lawyer to handle the divorce proceedings."

Avery was taken aback, then said calmly, "Alright. It's the weekend, so we can't do it now. Ask your lawyer to contact me on Monday."

"Alright," Elliot said.

They were done discussing the matter, and it was logical that the call would come to an end, but Elliot prolonged it. "I will sell Tate Towers to you."

He no longer had the desire to take revenge on Avery.

All he wanted was for Shea's