CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 21: HOW DID ATTORNEY SPENCER HANDLE IT LAST NIGHT?

"What does he mean by asking that all of a sudden?"

Mrs. Vaughn, feeling strangled, tried to appease him, "I-I was only helping you teach her a lesson... She’s the one who ruined our collaboration!"

"I hope this is the last time. If there’s a next time, I’ll make sure you know what it’s like to be beaten up too." Elias Spencer warned coldly, before throwing her to the ground.

"Cough, cough... cough, cough..." Mrs. Vaughn lay on the ground in disarray, clutching her neck and gasping for air. After a moment, she asked in disbelief,

"Is Attorney Spencer helping her?"

"She’s with my law firm now, you’d better stop messing with her." He said coldly, putting out the cigarette in his hand, then stood up and left.

Mrs. Vaughn punched the ground angrily, her face dark and sinister. Not being able to sleep with him tonight was one thing, but she never expected him to stand up for that woman—

Ha, am I really afraid of his warning?

I’ll teach that woman a lesson until she doesn’t dare to fight this lawsuit!

On the drive home, Elias Spencer suddenly felt inexplicably hot, a fire seemed to gather in his lower abdomen, beyond his control.

Could it be that glass of red wine was spiked?

His eyes darkened, he was someone who held grudges—he picked up his phone and dialed, when the call connected, he instructed,

"Go teach someone a lesson for me."

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Upon reaching the doorway of his home, he suddenly saw light through the door’s crack. He unlocked the door with his fingerprint and pushed it open, unsurprisingly seeing her in the living room playing fetch with the dog.

Summer Nolan turned her head to glance at him, eyebrows furrowing. Back so soon? Had she known, she wouldn’t have come to feed the dog—

She retracted her gaze indifferently and explained in a cold tone, "I just didn’t have the heart to let the dog starve, so I came over."

"Hey there, Miner..." Elias Spencer deliberately called by its new name.

The dog sat on the ground, its sky-blue eyes fixed on him, unmoved by the name.

"Did you see? It doesn’t like that name, stop changing it, it sounds terrible." He said in a deep voice and called again, "Come here, Zeze."

Hearing that name, the dog immediately got up, wagging its big tail, bouncing over to him, wanting to pounce but not daring, only circling him repeatedly.

Elias Spencer never let it pounce on him.

Summer Nolan watched the dog, rubbing her forehead in frustration; she had been calling it by the new name earlier to no avail.

Calling it ’Zeze’ got it to listen obediently.

Elias Spencer petted the dog’s head a few times, then looked towards the woman and asked, "Have you eaten dinner?"

"I’ll eat when I get back, I’m leaving." She grabbed her bag from the sofa, intending to leave, but he suddenly grabbed her arm.

Elias Spencer, restraining his inner fire, felt a stronger impulse when he saw her.

"Stay and eat here, there are dumplings in the fridge."

"No need, I just came to feed Zeze."

Is this guy bipolar? He was just plotting against me with someone else, and now he’s inviting me to dinner?

Summer Nolan shook off his hand and coldly replied before attempting to leave, only to be grabbed by her wrist again. With a slight pull, she stumbled into his embrace!

She raised her hand and hit his chest, "What are you doing?"

Elias Spencer looked down at her, a desire swirling in his eyes, "Attorney Nolan has flirted with me so many times, how about paying me back tonight?"

Why would he bring this up for no reason?

Summer Nolan sized him up carefully, finally noticing his skin was slightly flushed—had someone...? She couldn’t help but laugh. Which woman did it?

This man exudes male hormones, wanting him is understandable.

"Hmph, I’ve been bullied by you too, you want me as an antidote? Dream on, go soak in cold water." Didn’t he know she’s on her period?

Did he mean her hand...She glanced at the hand he held...

"Name your price." Elias Spencer knew she liked money.

Summer Nolan angrily kicked him, treating her like a club girl, naming a price? If she agreed, wouldn’t he always see her as one?

Wouldn’t she be lesser in his eyes?

"Handle it yourself."

Summer Nolan shook off his hand and hurriedly left. Didn’t he like the gentle assistant? Why not call her over!

The next morning.

Neither went to Summit, both handling separate cases at the firm.

In Summer Nolan’s office, Mr. Vaughn sat diagonally across on the sofa, somewhat worriedly asking her,

"Attorney Nolan, can you win this case? After all, the company is my wife’s family’s, I am willing to forgo the property, but the company must be mine."

"Mr. Vaughn, has your wife always looked down on you?" she asked.

Mr. Vaughn gave a sullen nod, truth be told,

"I was just a poor boy from a small town, besides my education, I had nothing when I married into her family. She is a rich heiress, even if I run their company successfully, serve them diligently, I’m still seen as inferior."

"Then I suggest you fight to the end. Don’t you want to let off some steam? Even if you only want the company, your wife has connections to ruin you," Summer Nolan continued.

Mr. Vaughn tightened his grip, as if making a firm decision, "Then I will follow your advice!"

"Does your wife have any men outside?" she pressed further.

"...Yes, plenty." He replied, looking even more frustrated—even if she kept men, he could only turn a blind eye.

"Has the company named an heir?" Summer Nolan asked again.

"Yes, her father already made a will, naming his daughter..." Mr. Vaughn frowned.

"In that case, you should now manage several projects, transfer funds to a safe account, and show the company in deficit. After divorce, acquire it yourself.

At that point, her family will surely seek your help, and that will be your moment," Summer Nolan suggested a deceitful plan.

This plan could leave Mrs. Vaughn with massive debts—

Mr. Vaughn looked at her, once having heard of her competence, but after this encounter, truly admired her.

After finishing with Mr. Vaughn, Summer went to the pantry for coffee and saw Elias Spencer there. Their eyes met, she walked over and asked with a smile,

"How did Attorney Spencer resolve things last night?"

"So curious?" he replied, his tone flat, standing by the espresso machine, brewing a cup himself, assistants and secretaries couldn’t quite meet his taste.

Summer Nolan sidled up to him, giving his arm a nudge, "Of course."

"Didn’t you recommend that soft, obedient assistant to me?" Elias Spencer raised an eyebrow at her.

The mention made Summer Nolan stiffen slightly—did he really call that assistant over last night?

"Does Attorney Nolan regret not staying last night?"

He lazily poured fresh coffee into his cup, not even glancing at her; his tone so nonchalant.