Avery looked like she was already dead.

Looking at her life hanging by the thread, Elliot asked himself if this was the outcome that he wanted!

Would her death relieve him? Then why was he even more heartbroken?

He picked her up from the floor. Her body was ice cold. Carrying her was like carrying a block of ice!

"Avery!" Elliot yelled hysterically, "I have not given you permission to die! You're not allowed to die!"

The bodyguards heard other emotions besides hatred in his voice. There was anxiety and indignation too!

"What's going on with Mr. Foster? Avery is not dead yet. Didn't I tell him already?" one of the bodyguards asked, stumped.

The other bodyguard replied, "I think Mr. Foster is very afraid that she might die."

Elliot's personal bodyguard looked at them. "You two have overdone it! If anything were to happen to Avery Tate, you two are finished!"

The two bodyguards were so frightened their faces turned green. "Mr. Foster agreed that we should take her down there! Al