Chapter 148

That evening there was a family dinner at the old Foster mansion. “How did your date with
Jenny Gibson of Gibson Group go?” asked Rosalie, turning to Cole.

Cole looked dejected and did not lift his head.

“Your grandmother just asked you a question, Cole!” Olivia snapped as she threw a glare at her son.
“Didn’t you say the other day that you’ve been texting her lately?”

“Things were going fine until a little girl showed up out of nowhere,” Cole explained with a frown on his
face. “She grabbed my shirt and called me daddy. She was screaming and crying the whole time. It was
embarrassing! Jenny misunderstood and ended up blocking me. I haven’ t been able to call her since.”

Henry and Olivia’s faces turned glum.

They were depending on their son to marry into money to secure their place in high society.

After all, Elliot would never give them a penny no matter how powerful and wealthy he was.

Unfortunately, their plans for Cole to snag the Gibson family’s eldest daughter were ruined by a four-
year-old little girl!

“How did something that absurd happen?” Olivia huffed angrily. “Could the child have done it on
purpose?”

“I don’t think so,” Cold replied. “She couldn’t find her father, so she probably only mistook me for him out
of fear.”

The little girl’s adorable face popped into Cole’s mind once again, and he felt there was something
strangely familiar about her.

“Now that I think about it, the kid really reminded me of someone…” he mused.



When it finally hit him, he exclaimed, “I got it! She looked like Avery Tate! The more I think about it, the
more alike they look!”

The moment Henry heard Avery’s name, he let out a cough as a warning to Cole.

It was an unspoken rule to never mention Avery Tate in front of Elliot.

It was a slip of the tongue on Cole’s part.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Elliot. I didn’t mean to, but that little girl really was the spitting image of Avery-” Cole
explained to Elliot.

“That’s enough from you!” Henry roared. “Finish your food! We’re going to the Gibsons’ to explain things
later!”

Cole admitted defeat and continued eating his food in silence.

On the other side of town, Avery’s family of four were having dinner at home.

After a short while, the children put down their forks and rushed into their room.

“They ate at school before coming home, so they’re not that hungry,” Laura said, then smiled and added,
“I still can’t believe that Hayden finally chose a school he likes.”

Avery checked that the door to the children’s room was closed, then whispered softly, “It’s a special
needs school, so it’s different from an average school. Hayden doesn’t have classmates there. It’s just
him and two teachers.”

“Classmates aren’t that important. What’s important is that he gets to have an education, which will end
up giving him some advantage in life. It would be even better if he could find a stable job and take care of
himself,” Laura said with a heavy heart.



“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Mom,” Avery said as she tried to cheer Laura up. “His good health is the
best happiness we can hope for.”

Laura nodded in agreement.

In the children’s room, Hayden and Layla were having a secret conversation by the window.

“Daddy’s a dirtbag,” Layla grumbled, rolling her bright eyes as her cheeks puffed in anger. “I don’t want a
dirtbag for a dad, Hayden.”

Hayden’s eyes were filled with rage as he exclaimed, “Dirtbags aren’t worthy!”

“Exactly! A dirtbag isn’t worthy of being our daddy! I’d rather not have a daddy at all!” Layla huffed
furiously. “Let’s teach him a lesson, Hayden! Just thinking about how he was following that lady like a
puppy tonight makes me so mad!”

Hayden hopped off the bay window and said, “I’ll show him!”

At 10 p.m. that night, Avery was pacing back and forth in her room after she had taken a shower.

Even if she did not want to see Elliot, it looked like she did not have a choice in the matter. She would
have to contact him soon.

Fred had contacted Tate Industries’ former employees, and everyone expressed that they were willing to
join the company again.

It was imperative that she reclaimed Tate Tower as soon as possible.

If Elliot refused to sell, Avery would have to give up and find another building.

She had tapped on Elliot’s contact multiple times, but she had yet to find the courage to push



the call button.

They had not broken up because she had wronged him, so why was she this nervous?

Avery went downstairs and out. She bought a bottle of wine and took it home.

By the time she was halfway through the bottle, her cheeks had a rosy tint to them.

Her eyes were slightly glazed from the alcohol, but her mind was clear.

Avery dialed Elliot’s number, then stared at her phone screen with cold eyes. Her call was answered
about ten seconds later.


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