"I'm safe, Avery." Elliot's deep voice came through the phone. "About this morning—"

"Let's talk when we meet." Avery's voice was trembling uncontrollably. "It's a good thing you're alright. You almost scared me to death, Elliot."

Elliot heard the hurt in her voice and said, "Everything's alright now. I'm coming to see you now."

After the call ended, Avery lifted her hand and wiped her tears away.

The bodyguard wanted to console her and calm her down, but ended up saying, "Mr. Foster isn't dead! I hate seeing women cry and whine."

Avery looked up at him with teary eyes and asked, "Why weren't you worried that something would happen to him? You seemed really composed the entire time."

The bodyguard chuckled bitterly and said, "This was nothing. There've been countless assassination attempts on Mr. Foster, and many of them were far more dangerous than this. Since you've decided to stay with him, then you'd better prepare yourself for assassination attempts, too."

Avery was taken a