Run Away After Flirting: Get Lost, Mr. Attorney! Chapter 34: She Doesn’t Answer the Phone, and He Gets Anxiou

Evening, on the street.

Sumr Nolan was wandering down the street with Elias Spencer and her male friend. Because Elias was so good-looking and wearing a white puffy skirt, they received a lot of attention.

She brought her dog out in the afternoon, took it to the park, and then to the pet store for a bath.

"How long do you plan to stay at your ex-boyfriend’s law firm?" Miles Monroe asked her.

"I’ll leave once I’ve taken my revenge," Sumr replied.

"Are you really not planning to make up with Elias Spencer?" he raised an eyebrow and asked.

"No," she said with a blank expression. Their personalities didn’t match, and besides, he prefers gentle and sweet won.

"Then be careful under Raymond Dawson’s watchful eye. Don’t let him discover your background, or he’ll definitely stop at nothing to ss with you.

Also, if you need help with anything, just let know." Miles playfully tapped her on the forehead, and Sumr swatted his hand away.

"Got it. I’ll send Elias ho, and you should head back too."

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By the ti Sumr took the dog to the man’s apartnt, it was already past eight in the evening.

At his door, she bent down to pet the dog’s head and said, "Be good, okay? I’ll take you out to play again tomorrow."

Elias looked at her happily, probably tired from playing all afternoon, still panting with its tongue hanging out.

She straightened up and directly entered the password, not wanting to wait for him to open the door.

After pressing just three numbers, the door suddenly opened. Elias Spencer was standing there, holding half a cigarette, blocking the slightly open door with his body and saying:

"It’s late, you should head back."

Sumr felt the urgency in his tone. If it were the past, he would have definitely let her in... Had he brought his assistant ho?

"Elias, co in," he called to the dog while turning his body.

Elias, knowing this was his ho, obediently went in and looked back at Sumr, barking at her softly, wanting her to co inside too—

"Stop barking, I’ll take you out to play tomorrow. I’m leaving now."

Sumr waved at the dog and glanced at the man, ready to leave, when Iris Lynn’s voice suddenly ca from inside:

"Attorney Spencer, do you have a guest?"

Elias Spencer, fearing the assistant would see her and misunderstand, quickly closed the guest room door and uttered two words, "The maid."

The maid?

Hearing this, Sumr couldn’t help but chuckle, turning around and leaving. He was free to bring whoever he wanted ho.

Don’t let soone affect your mood.

Focus on your own matters!

The next morning.

Sumr received a call from Mr. Wright, whom she had t at the last cocktail party. He wanted her to be the legal representative for his group, and they signed the contract that afternoon.

Mr. Vaughn’s lawsuit was postponed because Mrs. Vaughn was injured and couldn’t appear in court.

Early Monday morning, she flew to Arisburg with her assistant and Mr. Wright. He had to sign an acquisition contract, and a lawyer needed to be present.

In the business class, Mr. Wright, sitting next to her, politely said:

"Thank you for your hard work, Attorney Nolan. After we sign the contract, you’ll also need to help with so layoffs with the HR departnt. In case of any protests, you might have to stay in Arisburg for a few more days."

"Since we’ve signed the contract, it’s all part of my job," Sumr said. Just as well, she could use a change of scenery.

No need to watch those two flaunt their relationship.

"To be honest, I admire won like you, Attorney Nolan, who are career-oriented, don’t act pitiful in front of n, don’t rely on them, and act decisively," Mr. Wright said with a smile.

"You’re flattering , Mr. Wright." She gave a slight smile, though her phone was off, Elias Spencer had called her several tis.

It was already past ten in the morning, and seeing that she hadn’t shown up at Summit, Elias Spencer made several calls, all going to voicemail, frowning, where had she gone now?

The evening before, when she brought Elias back, she ntioned taking the dog out on Sunday, but there hadn’t been a trace of her since.

He glanced at a half-finished contract, unable to focus, then picked up his phone and called the law firm’s receptionist, asking: "Is Attorney Nolan in the office?"

"I haven’t seen Attorney Nolan," the secretary respectfully responded.

"Check with her assistant, where did Sumr go this morning?" he asked again. Why would she have her phone off in the morning?

"Attorney Nolan’s assistant isn’t in the office either," the secretary replied again.

The assistant isn’t in either?

Elias Spencer hung up the phone, paused for a mont, then stood up, one hand in his pocket, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and directly dialed her mother.

It quickly connected, and he directly asked, "Hello, Auntie, Sumr didn’t co to work today, where did she go?"

"I saw her packing her luggage last night, said she was going to Arisburg on a business trip," Mrs. Nolan said.

"Okay, I got it," Elias Spencer frowned and hung up the phone. What kind of case required a trip to Arisburg?

There was a sudden knock on the conference room door, and after answering, the door opened, and Iris Lynn walked in, her swelling already subsided.

"Didn’t I tell you to take a day off to deal with your family affairs?" he looked at the woman walking in and said.

"I called my parents. They’re forcing to marry that man and said they would co to take ... I’m scared and don’t dare to go back..." Iris Lynn said and started crying again.

Elias Spencer, with his arms crossed, leaned back in the chair, listening to her family affairs with a detached expression.

"Attorney Spencer, can I be your housekeeper? I can cook, do all kinds of chores, and even take good care of the dog. I just need a temporary safe place," she asked, seizing the opportunity.

"Don’t you have any savings?" he asked coldly. Her monthly salary wasn’t low.

"My parents take all my money every month, leaving just a little for living expenses."

Elias Spencer picked up his phone and transferred 10,000 to her via WeChat. "Go rent a place for yourself."

The day before, he had sent her to a hotel, but she suddenly called that night, saying her parents were coming to get her, crying pitifully, asking to stay for a night.

He ended up bringing her ho.

"They know I work at the law firm and would follow to my new place. I’d definitely get beaten to death..." Iris Lynn didn’t accept the money, bowing her head and sobbing softly.

Slightly annoyed, Elias Spencer frowned. Seeing she had worked as his assistant for two years, he decided to let her stay temporarily and find her another law firm.

After work, returning ho.

Iris Lynn was cooking dinner in his open kitchen, occasionally stealing glances at the aloof man sitting on the sofa, hardly daring to believe this was real!

She had to seize this opportunity...

Holding his phone, Elias Spencer dialed Sumr’s number again, still no answer.

This was his seventh call to her that day.

What could she be doing, and why wasn’t she picking up?

He sent her another WeChat ssage, "Pick up the phone."

After waiting for a while, still no response from the phone, his handso face grew colder, and his eyes filled with worry.

At that mont, Sumr was wearing a robe, sitting on her bed reviewing the acquisition company data. She noticed the man’s incoming calls.

She also saw the WeChat ssage he sent.

But she didn’t want to answer, nor reply to the ssage.

Calmly, Elias Spencer sent another ssage: "Work-related matter."

Sumr glanced at her phone and smirked. He’s not soone without initiative, and if it were truly a work matter, he would have handled it himself.

Still, she paid no mind.

He brought his female assistant ho, yet instead of fostering a good relationship, he kept calling , why?