CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: EARNING A HUNDRED MILLION FROM A DOG—ISN’T SHE OVER THE MOON?

"Actually, my dog has never taken a liking to another dog before. It’s usually quite proud, not a flirtatious dog," he added.

His dog had a light gray back, with a pure white, thick, and long mane, resembling an elegant lion. The hair on its head was also light gray, and it had a pair of blue eyes, looking very mighty and domineering.

It could be considered a match for her dog.

Summer Nolan rolled her eyes at him. It was Elias’s first time being mounted, alright? Usually, it was so vain that it wouldn’t even consider those ordinary dogs.

"Who wants your dog to take responsibility? It must be neutered!"

"I’m sorry, I can’t agree to that. You can either take money or let it take responsibility," he said apologetically but firmly.

Summer furrowed her brows. This shameless dog owner, his dog forced her dog and yet he was being so assertive?

Money, right?

Fine, she would like to see if this man could afford it!

"A hundred million, can you afford it? If not, come with me right away to have it neutered."

The man was a bit shocked by her price, just two dogs, not humans, and this woman really dared to say it—

He couldn’t help but size her up. So pretty, she must be a gold digger, taking the opportunity to extort me?

"Can’t afford it? Then why talk so big to me? Don’t boast and act rich in front of women, it’s really funny." She laughed with her arms crossed.

Boasting and acting rich?

The man was somewhat provoked by this woman. That sassy mouth of hers was sharp, few could ever irritate him.

He put one hand in his pocket and laughed too,

"1388... is my phone number. My phone’s out of battery now. Let’s set up a time and I’ll give you the money."

Summer was stunned. Was he serious about giving it or lying?

A hundred million, not a small amount... and because of two dogs... She was just blurting it out; her main intent was to have his dog neutered.

"Trying to lie and run away?" She sneered in disbelief.

The man took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out his ID card, and handed it over, "Call me tomorrow at noon."

Summer grabbed his ID, glanced down at his name—Ian Sterling, a local, his address was actually Brighton Manor.

People living there were either rich or noble.

He really was a wealthy man?

"What do you do? What’s your name?"

Ian Sterling looked at her with the gaze of a superior assessing a subordinate, dressed in a professional outfit dress, must be an ordinary office worker, right?

No wonder she’s so money-grubbing.

Suddenly earning a hundred million from a dog incident, she must be thrilled to bits?

"What’s it to you?"

Summer didn’t like his lofty attitude, what’s so great about having money? She glanced at his rogue dog and then at the time,

"Tell your dog to hurry up, I need to go home."

A row of black lines fell from his forehead, this woman was really something, dogs aren’t humans, just because you tell them to hurry doesn’t mean they will?

"You tell it," she urged.

Ian was somewhat helpless, "Nico, hurry up, her mom is anxious to go home."

When he said this to a dog, he even felt awkward.

See, calling it didn’t work, the dog didn’t even glance at him, how could it stop at a time like this?

"That pervert! It ought to be dragged off and neutered!" Summer was still angry.

"It’s only a year old, equivalent to about 15 human years. How old is your dog?" he asked deliberately.

Summer wasn’t going to be stupid enough to tell him that Elias was over two years old. He would definitely say her daughter was a cougar.

"Your dog’s so young and already like this, isn’t it a pervert?"

"..." Ian glanced at her, another row of black lines fell from his forehead. This woman’s words were sharp, and few people talked to him like this, not giving him any face.

She really was quite interesting.

His rogue dog had great stamina, it took almost an hour to finish. Summer went from crossing her arms to putting her hands on her hips, the sky was getting dark.

Angrily, she led her dog away, scolding it as they went, not bothering to speak with that dog man. Elias didn’t even want to go home and still wanted to play with that rogue dog!

Was it that satisfied?

Did it have to be that worthless?

Summer was really pissed off.

Ian found her cold shoulder a bit unsettling, curious about her background. He was conned out of so much money by just a few words?

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Summer first took her dog to a pet store for a bath. It was covered in that perverted dog’s slobber and had that smell—

Better not tell Elias Spencer about this just yet. He’s not short of money, why share it with him?

But she had to admit, this dog’s first time was worth so much more than her own, and she got to sleep with Elias Spencer for free.

Thinking about it this way, Summer felt a bit unbalanced again.

When she got back to the man’s apartment, it was already past seven in the evening. Elias Spencer saw her coming back now and frowned,

"Where did you go? Why are you back so late? Without your phone."

"Ahem, walked Elias then took it for a bath," Summer said evasively, dodging his gaze as she looked at the man sitting on the couch, inexplicably annoyed.

Not only did she pursue him, she didn’t get a single perk and was often annoyed by him. It was really sleeping with him for free. Look at Elias, so much more valuable?

It’s really living worse than a dog.

"Who pissed you off again?" Elias Spencer saw her staring at him resentfully, slightly startled. Did he upset her? Didn’t seem like they quarreled today?

"No one, I’m leaving." She was ready to leave when he suddenly said,

"I’ve made dinner, have some before you go. It’s late, your place must be done eating too."

Summer glanced at the sumptuous dinner on the table, her stomach growling twice of its own accord. She had been standing in the park for over an hour and was starving.

Why be polite to this dog man?

She washed her hands, sat at the dining table, and started eating, not waiting for him.

Look at the stir-fried beef strips, tender and fragrant, the steamed fish, fresh and smooth, the salted prawns also delicious.

Elias Spencer sat beside her, glanced at the panting dog lying on the floor, and asked her,

"Did you take it for a long run? Why is it so tired?"

Summer turned to look at her ’daughter’, feeling guilty... oh, a girl grown couldn’t be kept around, hoped it wouldn’t get pregnant. If it gave birth to a litter, how could she care for them all?

"Today it acted all wild when going out, I couldn’t call it back." She said with a pout, chopsticks constantly bringing food to her mouth.

"Maybe it hasn’t been out for too many days." Elias Spencer didn’t pick up his chopsticks, glanced at her, suddenly furrowed his brow and let out a sharp breath,

"Hiss... Worked too long, the wound hurts a bit..."

"Who told you to work overtime at home? Earning so much money... humph, keep it to die alone with," she snorted coldly.

"Feed me," he suddenly said.

"You’re a grown man; are you that delicate? Can’t even hold chopsticks?"

That was the reason he invited her to dinner? Made her bathe last night, tonight he wanted her to feed him, just wanted her to serve him.

"I can’t hold them, lifting my hand hurts, no more talking, hurry and feed me. I got injured because of you." Elias Spencer domineeringly demanded her.