CHAPTER 88: CHAPTER 88: GET LOST...WHO NEEDS YOUR PITY?

"Then just go home after you’re done, drinking is bad for your health, better to watch TV at home."

Summer Nolan stifled a laugh, eager to say that he wasn’t interested in her hospitality, saving money was a great thing.

Elias Spencer glanced at her, irritated that she would just use him and toss him aside. Could she be any more realistic? Tonight, he was determined to make her pay dearly!

-

In the evening, at the White Horse Clubhouse.

Summer Nolan was forcefully brought here by this man, did he not say he didn’t care?

Elias Spencer directly ordered two bottles of limited edition Rémy Martin Louis XIII, which costs twice as much in entertainment venues.

Over six hundred thousand, she felt heartache, almost jumping up,

"Why order such expensive wine? Wine is wine, I might as well hire some movers outside."

The waiter kneeling opened one of the bottles, first adding ice cubes made from the most expensive spring water to two glasses, then poured the wine.

"Can those movers compare to my worth? Hiring me is already a friendly price for you." Elias Spencer, seeing her so pained over the money, felt quite delighted.

"..." Summer Nolan regretted inviting him for drinks, this man only knew how to trick her!

After the waiter left, she picked up the glass and took a big gulp; such expensive wine shouldn’t be wasted, and yes, the taste was nice.

Expensive wine is indeed different.

Ring ring—

Elias Spencer’s phone suddenly rang, he took a look and it was Summit’s Chairman Sean Sterling, not bothering to avoid the woman, he directly answered:

"Hello, Chairman Sterling, what’s up?"

Summer Nolan casually sipped her drink, her eyes suddenly flickering—

"Attorney Spencer, the court case is in just over a week, are you prepared, confident you’ll win?" Sean Sterling’s voice was stern and powerful.

Last time Director Dawson lost the lawsuit, this time losing is not an option.

"Chairman Sterling, no need to worry, if there’s nothing else, I’ll leave it at that."

Elias Spencer, with legs crossed and leaning against the sofa back, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one to his mouth, exuding a confident aura with no sign of panic.

Seeing his confidence, Sean Sterling didn’t ask more, exchanged a few pleasantries, and hung up.

Just as he was about to light his cigarette, Summer Nolan suddenly took his lighter, with a ’click’, lit it and leaned in to him,

"Here, I really appreciate your help today."

Elias Spencer, puzzled, glanced at her, took a drag from the cigarette she lit, laughed, "Ha... you would thank me?"

"When I’m good to you, you don’t trust me, always suspecting me, hmph..."

With a cold snort, she took the cigarette from his hand, placed one in her mouth, only to have it snatched back by him.

In an instant, Summer Nolan snatched the cigarette from his mouth, placed it in her own, took a deep drag, and exhaled swirling smoke.

Elias Spencer watched this woman, smoking with a cool demeanor and a hint of melancholy, and his heart skipped a few beats uncontrollably.

"When did you learn to smoke?" During their relationship, he never noticed she could smoke.

Summer Nolan leaned against the sofa back, crossed arms, took another drag, and smiled, having learned to smoke during the period after their breakup when she was emotionally unstable and devastated.

Yet she had to pretend nothing was wrong and see him every day.

He was particularly cold and merciless to her during that time, even taunting her at times.

It was through this prolonged torment she learned to smoke.

Sometimes she truly hated this man—

Had he ever been sad or heartbroken?

"It’s been about two years, just work stress."

Summer Nolan tapped the ash into the ashtray, not wanting him to know she had been so foolish, being sad over him for so long.

Now he wouldn’t let her get close to other men, what, does he want her to be lonely for life?

She turned and gave this man a deep look, needing to quickly find out what evidence he had to win Summit’s case!

"What strategy do you have to win Summit’s case?" she suddenly lay on his chest, lightly stroking with the hand holding the cigarette, and asked with concern.

Outside, a woman passing by the doorway unexpectedly saw them, with Summer Nolan leaning on Elias Spencer’s chest!

She was thrilled.

After following them for so many days and never catching any intimate moves, tonight she finally did!

Lily Dunn immediately took out her phone, turned off the flash and sound, and began secretly photographing them.

"Hmph, once I hand these photos to that Director Dawson, see if that bitch doesn’t get kicked out? There’s no way Elias Spencer will leave, right?"

She snickered sinisterly, took several shots, and quickly left the room entrance.

Summer Nolan and Elias Spencer’s seating position was angled away from the door, so they didn’t notice the spying Lily Dunn.

"Why do you want to know so clearly?" Elias Spencer glanced at her, this woman always said she wanted him to lose two lawsuits.

He couldn’t help but be cautious of this woman filled with devious ideas.

"We’re both working for Summit now, that corporation is a big client of ours, naturally I don’t want you to lose the case.

For safety’s sake, you’d better discuss with me." Summer Nolan, with a stance of maintaining the big client, said.

"No need, I can handle it myself." Elias Spencer said, taking the half cigarette from her hand and lazily taking a drag, exhaling a puff of smoke.

She looked at this cautious man, lightly creased her brows... He better not force her to go to extremes!

Feigning a nonchalant smile:

"Alright, as long as you’re confident, here, drink with me! Hmph, you ordered two bottles of such expensive stuff, if you don’t finish it, I’ll make sure to pour it down even if it means drilling a hole in your head!"

Why not take the chance to get him drunk and ask then?

She immediately poured half a glass for him.

"Just drinking alone is boring, how about we test our brains?" Elias Spencer turned to look at this woman, somewhat skeptical that she intended to get him drunk.

Upon hearing his challenge to test their IQ, Summer Nolan’s competitive instinct instantly activated, she smiled lightly,

"How do we compete?"

"Play dice, loser drinks three glasses, best out of three, will you dare?" he pulled out two dice cups from under the table and asked.

He never played this with others, despising their low intelligence, it wasn’t fun.

"Hmph, what’s there to fear, bring it on." Summer Nolan couldn’t believe she was less intelligent than him, picking up the wine bottle and filling both glasses.

This was a golden opportunity to get him drunk, the wine was over forty percent alcohol, nine large glasses could floor even a bull!

The first round, he said ladies first.

-

Over ten o’clock at night, in Elias Spencer’s car.

The heavily intoxicated Summer Nolan, clutching the seat headrest with both hands, back to the dodgy man behind her, cheeks puffed angrily.

Her eyes misted up, yet she forced the tears back.

If she cried, it would be too embarrassing.

Tonight, she suffered terribly at this bastard’s hands, three games and not a single win, utterly humiliating—

Elias Spencer’s strikingly handsome face was working hard to hide a smile, he tugged at her clothing from behind, awkwardly ’comforting’ her,

"Beg me, and I might let you win next time."

Is this what he calls comforting?

Summer Nolan flung her hand angrily, "Get lost... who wants you to let them win?!"