CHAPTER 75: CHAPTER 75: JUST REGRET NOT MESSING WITH HIM MORE WHEN TYING HIM UP!

Summer struggled hard with her hands and shrank her legs, unable to break free at all.

"Did you let go when I asked you to?"

Elias Spencer heard her words and couldn’t help but laugh. His large hand fell on her front, mimicking her wanton, varied—

Play.

Hmm, the feeling of having nothing to obstruct, seeing completely, and appreciating her gritting her teeth, being furious—

Very good!

Like a small, irritable pet toyed with in the palm of his hand, the more furiously she screamed, the more amusing it became.

"Elias Spencer, stop it...!"

Waves of tingling sensations swiftly spread from her chest to every part of her body, and Summer felt as though even her fingertips were trembling, her face flushed, and she bit her lower lip.

Trying hard not to make any unsightly sounds.

His pesky paws seemed to have some kind of magic, making her so ’uncomfortable’ that her ten toes curled up.

Attempting to wave them but with hands and feet tied, it was extremely embarrassing.

"Attorney Nolan, is this expression... very enjoyable?" Elias Spencer suddenly leaned one hand against her head, his body slightly pressing down, looking at her from above with a deliberate question.

"Hmph, enjoyable or not, haven’t you already experienced it? You dog of a man, if you have the guts, keep me tied here forever!" Summer gritted her teeth, looking at him with a cold hum.

She didn’t believe he could keep her tied up forever.

Once she got away, she’d see how she would deal with him!

"Since Attorney Nolan suggested it this way, I will take your advice. I can certainly afford to keep you," Elias Spencer said, retracting the sneer on his face, speaking coldly.

"By the way, this is my home. You probably don’t have my good fortune; no one is coming to rescue you, so you can lie here without worry."

"..." Summer realized, right, this is his home. Besides him willingly letting her go, who could save her?

Her tone suddenly softening as she negotiated, "Attorney Spencer, how about we talk terms?"

"What terms?"

Elias Spencer asked nonchalantly, patting her lightly, watching it bounce back and forth, in a quite amusing manner.

His big hand patted again, watching it jiggle like jelly, then lightly patted again, and again—

Even-handedly patting the other side, watching the two jiggle together seemed even more interesting—

Summer glared angrily at his actions, both ashamed and angry, her chest heaving heavily, feeling like her head was about to explode with smoke!

Her face dark as the bottom of a pot, molars almost crushed.

What was he playing at?

Was it fun?

Just regretted not playing him a few more times when she tied him!!!

Damn it, she was about to explode from anger!!!!

She calmed herself with deep breaths several times, don’t get mad... Don’t provoke him first, getting him to release her was most important... Don’t get mad...

"Let me go, and I promise not to tangle with Ian Sterling anymore." She gritted out in a low voice to him.

Summer knew he cared about this, bluffing him first to gain her freedom was crucial, being tied up and ravished like this was too humiliating.

Afterward, couldn’t she secretly contact Ian Sterling?

Hearing her words, Elias Spencer raised a brow, looking at her clearly angered yet pretending to be unbothered, and he smiled.

Continuing to toy with her, his tone somewhat provoking,

"Would you easily give up? Do you really like him, or do you simply want to marry into wealth?"

Summer cast her eyes downward at his hand, pursing her lips, her chest heaving more vigorously, forcing a smile:

"I got close to him just to obtain Summit’s legal proxy, how could I like him? Fine, I just won’t go for their corporation’s proxy then."

"Think I’d believe you? Before Ian Sterling returned, I didn’t see you so eager to fight for Summit’s proxy."

He shot her a cold look, his hand slapped her softness more forcefully, causing it to jiggle more prominently.

Summer was hurt by the slap, gritted her teeth, clenched her hands tightly, and glared at him with fury, argh... She couldn’t stand it, wanting so much to kick him flying!!

Don’t get mad... Don’t get mad...

She reassured herself, forcing out a smile.

"Fine, I want to marry into wealth, OK?! As long as you let me go, I won’t tangle with him and won’t marry into wealth!"

Did she finally admit she wanted to marry into wealth?

Elias Spencer couldn’t help but sneer; what a greedy woman—could she marry whoever’s rich?

Elias drew back his hand deftly, stopping the play, getting out of bed and walking out. Summer saw him leaving without a word and shouted angrily:

"You haven’t answered me yet."

"I’ll think it over and tell you later. I’m going out for drinks."

He said coldly, ready to leave. Summer bit her lip, knowing he intentionally left her at home, quickly saying,

"Wait, at least cover me up. What if someone comes in?"

Elias Spencer came back to the bedside, casually putting a blanket over her, saying nothing as he walked away.

Summer watched his indifferent back with a cold snort, struggling hard with her hands, tied so tightly they couldn’t break free.

"Bang!" The door closed outside.

Summer looked at the empty room, with her hands and feet tied unable to move, feeling very insecure and unsettled.

"You dog of a man—"

"Has no idea how to treat a woman, doesn’t know how to cherish, curse you to never find a wife in your life!"

"Never yields an inch... If I had known you were such a person, I’d never have liked you." Summer hummed angrily and aggrievedly.

"If I were to find a husband in the future, I’d surely find someone with Ian Sterling’s personality, see how gentle and considerate, yet mature and stable, humph."

To speak of it, if Ian Sterling wasn’t the enemy’s son, wouldn’t that be great?

She would definitely have a real romance with him, to piss off this ex-boyfriend!

White Horse Clubhouse, in a luxurious private room.

Elias Spencer, who never called for hostesses, also had a sexy, enthusiastic model sitting next to him tonight. As soon as she sat down, she poured two glasses of whiskey.

Handing one of the glasses to him: "Attorney Spencer, let’s have a drink?"

"Do you know me?" Elias, with his long legs crossed, leaned lazily and indifferently on the sofa, took the glass, glanced at her, and asked.

"Attorney Spencer is so famous and so strikingly handsome, how could I not know you?" She said with a smile, clinking her glass with his, "As you please."

She drank half the glass in one gulp.

Elias Spencer was not in a good mood tonight and also drank the glass of wine in one go. The model immediately refilled his glass.

Sitting on the other side, Julian Rivers also had a drink with him, teasing with a smile, "Has Summer really given up on you?"

"What do you mean she gave up on me? I was the one who broke up with her, okay?" Elias Spencer turned his head and glared coldly at him.

"Then why, if you’ve broken up with her and don’t want her, are you still concerned about her flirting with Ian Sterling?" Julian Rivers raised his eyebrows and deliberately asked.

"...Women I’ve slept with are not allowed to flirt with other men in front of me." He snorted coldly, picking up the glass again, and took another swig.