CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49: THEN WHY ARE YOU BLUSHING?

"Ha, Attorney Spencer, don’t flatter yourself. Look at you now, stripped naked before me, and I have no interest in you whatsoever. I’ve said before that I’ll sleep with anyone in this life but you."

Unlike those women who see you and just want to throw themselves at you."

Summer Nolan, while satisfying him by massaging his shoulders, calmly provoked him.

Elias Spencer’s veins unconsciously twitched, his entire aura felt suddenly cold, he slowly opened his eyes and turned to glance at her up and down,

"Then why are you blushing?"

"That’s obviously from the heat."

Indeed, the bathroom was filled with hot steam, making her body feel weak. She couldn’t help but glance at his body, and chuckled lightly:

"But Attorney Spencer, your strong reaction, what’s causing that?"

"Since Attorney Nolan is so eager to know, let me tell you..." Elias Spencer’s cold tone dropped, and he forcefully pulled her hand—

"Bang...!!!" Water splashed everywhere, spilling out of the bathtub.

Summer Nolan suddenly plunged headfirst into the large bathtub, and since she stood behind him, her head collided right between his legs.

She choked on several mouthfuls of water, irritably rose up wet from head to toe, looking like a soaked chick.

She glanced down, her face red as a ripe tomato, turned around and raised her hand toward him,

"Elias Spencer!"

Before she could hit him, the man grabbed her wrist and pulled her down onto his chest—

"You owe—" Before she could say "hit," her lips were suddenly blocked by his dominant kiss.

Their lips and teeth danced, his tongue invades urgently, capturing her breath.

As if he wanted to vent out all the anger from earlier.

She would never sleep with him in this life?

Really?

Summer Nolan pounded his chest with her fists, but the man was unmoved, embracing her as if trying to melt her into his body.

"Elias Spencer..."

Being forcibly kissed by this man made her uncomfortable, and suddenly he lifted her black dress, tearing with a large hand.

"Rip..." A small pair of panties were torn.

Summer Nolan’s eyes widened in shock, was he serious?

She frowned, reflexively resisting—

He said when they broke up, they broke up; now he wants to sleep with her, he sleeps as he pleases. What does he take her for?

A call girl who comes and goes at his beck and call?

As Summer Nolan was steaming with anger, a sudden explosion sound echoed from outside, startling both in the tub, Elias Spencer let her go.

Could it be the pot she was boiling exploded?

"I’ll deal with you later..."

Summer Nolan was annoyed and quickly got up from him, climbed out of the tub soaking wet, walked into the shower to take off her wet clothes.

She grabbed a towel to dry off.

Wrapped herself in a bath towel, ready to leave when Elias Spencer still looked at her calmly, saying,

"It’s already exploded, don’t clean up now, come back and continue the massage later."

"Slap—" Summer Nolan couldn’t help but smack his shoulder, "Dream on, since you’re so lively, wash yourself!"

She scoffed and walked out, curse his tightly muscled body for hurting her hand when she hit him.

"Give me a phone, I’ll get someone to clean up."

Elias Spencer doubted she had any ability to do housework; even if she wasn’t in the bathroom, the pot would still have exploded.

Not to mention how much stuff she added in there.

She never adjusted the cooking temperature properly either.

Summer Nolan wandered outside for a bit, looking at the kitchen mess, the floor covered in food and soup, a strand of black ran down her forehead, it looked disgusting, quite scary.

There’s no way she could clean it herself—

She glanced at Elias hiding in the doghouse; the dog was shocked too, luckily not hit by the blast.

Immediately, she took his phone to the bathroom,

"Hurry and call someone to clean, it’s all your fault. If you hadn’t asked me to come to the bathroom, that pot wouldn’t have exploded."

Elias Spencer took the phone, glanced coldly at her, "You should thank me for saving you again, see if it would have blown up and killed you."

"Who asked you to make me cook." Summer Nolan muttered.

"Oh, and ask them to bring me a set of clothes, I should go back."

"I’m hungry, the workers have to clean the kitchen, prepare dinner, no time to buy you clothes. Stay here tonight." He leaned his head against the tub’s edge, eyes slightly closed.

"..." Summer Nolan frowned, not wanting to stay with him a bit longer.

"Don’t just stand there, come and continue washing me." He added.

Summer Nolan was too lazy to care about him, turned and walked out, checking his closet, randomly grabbed a pair of black trousers and a white shirt, her waist was slim, but wrapped with a belt it wouldn’t slip.

She rolled up the pant legs several times.

She also rolled the sleeves of the white shirt, luckily she wasn’t too short, could barely pull it off, dressed up, she walked to the bathroom doorway and told him,

"I’m leaving."

She said that and left, also taking his car key, without undergarments, taking a taxi like this was unsafe.

Lying in the tub, Elias Spencer looked at the door, slightly fur rowed his brows—

-

Next morning, at the café.

Summer Nolan called over a former colleague who was always greedy.

"As long as you can get me all the major clients’ phone numbers of Veritas United, I’ll give you a ten-thousand-dollar commission for each contract, how about that?" She said to her former colleague.

"Ten thousand?!" He was surprised, it was more profitable than handling a lawsuit himself.

"Yes."

"This is quite a risky thing, you have to add a little more." He said.

"You’re just giving me a phone number, not using your brain, no need to appear in court. Too greedy, and no deal then." Summer Nolan took a sip of coffee, coldly laughed.

"...Alright, deal!" He agreed immediately.

Summer Nolan smiled, she wanted revenge on Ethan Quinn, not by beating him up, but by making his law firm go bankrupt—

Ring ring—

Her phone suddenly rang, she looked at the number, it was unfamiliar, she pressed answer, a familiar old man’s voice came through:

"Attorney Nolan, I’m Sean Sterling."

"Hello Chairman Sterling, anything?" Her tone was slightly raised, carrying a bit of high-coldness, unlike Raymond Dawson, who humbled himself to please.

Now he was asking her, not the other way around.

"I heard from Director Dawson, you want a hundred million for this lawsuit?" He leaned back in the boss chair, in the posture of a superior asking.

"Yes." She replied simply with one word, took two hundred bucks out of her bag, put it on the table, glanced at her former colleague, and stood up to leave.

"Half of that, or I’ll go find Attorney Spencer. He beat you in two cases before." Sean Sterling said seriously to her, his money wasn’t blown in by the wind; how could he casually give her such a high amount?

"Of course, Chairman Sterling has the right to freely choose. I’m driving; I’ll hang up now." She finished speaking and hung up the phone, not giving him face.

Finding Elias Spencer? Sure, she wouldn’t stop Elias Spencer from winning other lawsuits, but for Summit’s, she would use any means to make him lose.

Sean Sterling looked at the hung-up call, eyes deep... this Summer Nolan, quite arrogant!!!

He first dialed his assistant, inquired about Elias Spencer’s whereabouts, then got up and headed to the meeting room.

It was already almost ten in the morning, Elias Spencer glanced at the empty seat across, frowning.

Picked up his phone, just about to call Summer Nolan, the door suddenly opened,

"Click—"

He thought that woman finally arrived, but it was Sean Sterling.

"Chairman Sterling, anything?" He asked.