CHAPTER 93: CHAPTER 93: JUST WAIT UNTIL WE GET HOME—SEE HOW I DEAL WITH HER!

"Eat." Ian Sterling directly fed it into her mouth.

Summer Nolan twitched the corner of her mouth; she can’t just spit it out, right? Why are all these men so domineering?

Can’t they respect her wishes just a little?

Suddenly, a terrifying image flashed through her mind. Summer was startled, and in the next instant, Ian Sterling pulled her over, hugging her tightly.

"With me here, don’t be afraid..." he said in a deep voice, glancing over at Elias Spencer. This time, he wouldn’t let go so easily.

Even though he was gentle by nature, it didn’t mean he lacked a man’s wildness.

Having navigated the business world for so many years, he had never been afraid of anything. Whatever he wanted, he always got!

A contest for her affection, huh?

Then let’s see who will be the final winner.

"..." Summer Nolan didn’t dare provoke her ex, wanting to push Ian away, yet he held her tightly, and she couldn’t break free.

In the fluctuating light, Elias Spencer’s icy eyes fixed on the man—

The hand that was loosely resting on his knee had somehow clenched into a fist. The wind blowing from the overhead air conditioner hit his face like a cold sting.

The atmosphere between the two was suffocating.

He suddenly grabbed Summer’s hand, gave it a tug, and said in a deliberately deep voice,

"Come over... You slept with me just days ago, and now you want to shirk responsibility? Jumping into another man’s arms so quickly?"

"..." Upon hearing his words, Summer felt like the sky was falling!!!

Can’t remain friends with Ian Sterling now, huh?

Her heart turned cold again, but unexpectedly, Ian suddenly laughed and said, "Young Master Spencer, playing the same trick twice makes it seem fake."

Last time he said Summer was delightfully in his arms, he must have been lying to make me give up, right?

He wouldn’t believe that man’s words anymore.

Summer blinked in surprise; he doesn’t believe Renowned Attorney Spencer anymore? So no leverage against me?

She immediately felt relieved, patted her chest silently from the tension—

She pushed the man holding her again, but still couldn’t break free, getting somewhat angry. Frustrated, she forcefully pinched his leg.

"Ouch..." Ian Sterling couldn’t suppress a muffled groan, fearing she was genuinely angry, and had to release her.

Summer sat upright, glaring angrily at the two men, "One is just an ex, and the other is just a friend, know your place, ok?"

After speaking, she got up and left, too embarrassed to continue watching the movie here — people around were surely sneaking peeks at their drama.

Utterly embarrassing.

In the next moment, Elias Spencer stood up and followed with heavy steps—

Quickly after, Ian Sterling also stood and followed, only to be stopped at the exit by Elias Spencer’s bodyguard!

"Young Master Sterling, is it appropriate for someone of your status to act so humble?" the bodyguard said.

"What did you just say?"

Ian Sterling suddenly laughed, though his tone sent chills down one’s spine, his eyes filled with a dominant aura, making the bodyguard involuntarily feel a bit intimidated.

"You’re not worthy to speak to me. If I hear it again, don’t blame me for being rude." He shot the bodyguard a cold glance, walked past him, and strode outside.

By this time, Summer was already pulled into the car by the foolish man, on their way back.

Elias Spencer was driving himself, gripping a cigarette between his teeth, his face gloomy, silent, emitting a bitterly cold aura.

Looking quite angry.

Summer glanced sideways at him, lightly coughed, and assertively crossed her arms, asking with a smile:

"Attorney Spencer, haven’t you figured out your place yet? You’re just my ex; what right do you have to catch me cheating?

Acting like you’re the primary partner.

You used to be the primary, now you’re just a discarded concubine, got it?!"

Upon hearing her words, Elias Spencer’s veins subtly twitched. Turning his head, he shot her a cold glance...

"What’s with that look?" Summer asked, annoyed by his dark expression.

Elias Spencer, jaw tense, flicked the cigarette casually out the window and silently increased the car’s speed, not wasting words with her inside the car.

Once home, see how I’ll deal with her!

"..." His silence made Summer inexplicably uneasy; what evil was this foolish man plotting now?

"Stop the car, I want to get out; I’m not riding with you." She kicked at his car door.

Elias Spencer still ignored her.

"What do you want? I’m not your girlfriend now, you have no right to manage my business." Summer said angrily, kicking his car again.

Seeing no reaction from the man after a while, she truly panicked a bit, her eyes darted, suddenly remembering that overly helpful and meddlesome cop—

Immediately took out her phone, sneakily messaged Officer Spencer: [Officer Spencer, I want to report a crime, there’s a bloodbath at Elias Spencer’s home! Come quickly!]

Soon, her phone dinged, and she quickly muted it, opening that man’s message:

[What game are you two playing again? Do you know the consequences of fooling the police?]

He had seen those two in action before, causing quite the fuss each time he went over, he always encountered some bizarre situation.

[Officer Spencer, I’m seriously reporting a crime, do you know the consequences of negligence of duty?] Summer retorted with a pout.

[Did you run off to solicit again, and got caught by Elias Spencer?] Chase Spencer guessed, asking.

Summer, seeing his words, twitched her mouth sharply, is that the image stuck in his mind of me? Can’t he let that go?

[No! Just hurry over!]

Chase Spencer didn’t reply, instead dispatched officers— truth be told, he didn’t believe they’d have a bloodbath, more likely she provoked his cousin again.

But he wasn’t their relationship counselor, he can’t revolve around them, can he?!

Elias Spencer glanced at her, asking in a deep voice, "Are you messaging Ian Sterling? What are you telling him?"

"Nothing." Summer snorted coldly, not saying she had called his cousin over.

Her eyes shifted, who deals with whom was still uncertain, this time, she must teach this man a lesson.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped downstairs at his place.

Stepping out, Elias Spencer thought she’d either run or protest reluctantly, prepared to grab her hand, unexpectedly—

The woman stepped out with confidence, arms crossed, walking arrogantly towards the hall.

He followed her curiously.

Back home, inside, Summer first comforted the excited dog, then went directly to his master bedroom, removing her jacket and tossing it on the ground—

Leaving only a black bra on her upper body.

"Where’s the rope? Come on, take it out, quickly tie me up." Summer urged him while frantically rifling through drawers searching for the rope.

Elias Spencer watched her with brooding eyes, his simmering anger deflated by her unexpected compliance—