Run Away After Flirting: Get Lost, Mr. Attorney! Chapter 45: He Personally Went to Find That Male Model

"Mm." Elias Spencer responded in a deep voice.

"It’s not a minor issue. If you don’t take dicine on ti, it could easily turn into a severe cold.

I also caught a bit of a cold last night. I just happened to bring so dicine today. Hold on, I’ll make you a cup of the powder."

Iris Lynn quickly walked out, and Elias Spencer didn’t have ti to stop her.

Shortly after, she ca back holding half a cup of cold dicine, placed it in front of him: "Attorney Spencer, drink it while it’s hot?"

Elias Spencer didn’t drink her dicine and dismissed her, "You can go back to the law firm now."

Seeing his continued indifference despite her concern, Iris Lynn felt a bit disheartened.

"Creak—" The door to the eting room suddenly opened.

Sumr Nolan walked in with a bag of dicine, glanced at Iris Lynn, and then at the dicine on the table.

She smiled slightly, unconsciously tightening her grip on the bag. Soone’s already brought him dicine, so why did he ask to buy so?

"Attorney Nolan..." Despite her dislike for her, Iris Lynn had to greet Sumr politely.

Sumr Nolan glanced at her indifferently, not responding.

"Aren’t you leaving?" Elias Spencer dismissed her again.

"...Yes." Iris Lynn responded and had no choice but to leave.

After the eting room door closed, Sumr Nolan imdiately threw the bag of dicine into the trash without saying anything, sat back at her spot, and continued working.

Elias Spencer looked at her with a slight furrow of his brows—he didn’t drink the assistant-made dicine either, his expression cold as he picked up his docunts.

Half an hour later, Sumr Nolan looked up at the dicine next to him, seeing it untouched, a bit puzzled—it must be stone cold by now?

Why didn’t he drink it?

"Cough... cough..." Elias Spencer couldn’t help but cough twice.

Sumr Nolan looked at him, silently curling her lips, wasn’t his girlfriend’s dicine right in front of him?

Another half an hour later, Elias Spencer stood up, got a cup, filled it with hot water, drank a few sips, then sat back down to continue working.

His eyes never once glanced at that cup of dicine.

Sumr Nolan observed him, getting more curious. His girlfriend’s dicine was right in front of him; surely he couldn’t overlook it, right?

Why wasn’t he drinking it?

"Aren’t you going to drink the dicine your girlfriend brought?" She couldn’t resist asking with a smirk.

"Cough... cough..." Elias Spencer couldn’t suppress another cough, his face impassive, and didn’t even raise his eyelids when he heard her.

And who made her throw away the dicine intended for him?

"Are you planning to drag it into a severe cold and then depend on ?" Sumr Nolan asked again while looking at him.

He had dicine but wasn’t drinking it; it seed intentional.

Elias Spencer didn’t respond, still ignoring her, not even picking up the dicine she bought.

Sumr Nolan saw that he didn’t respond to her for a long ti, his deanor cold and aloof, so she didn’t say anything further, letting him be.

If his cold got worse, that was his own business.

-

After work, at the White Horse Clubhouse.

Elias Spencer invited his best friend here right after work to a spacious luxury suite, featuring over thirty male models!

Julian Rivers looked at the various types of n standing in the middle of the room, his hair standing on end, looking at his best friend with horror—

When did he beco gay?

"I didn’t know you were in a relationship, and now I didn’t even know you’ve turned gay! How many secrets do you have?" he couldn’t help but ask.

"Who turned gay?"

Elias Spencer glanced at him, stood up from the sofa, one hand in his pocket, walked leisurely toward the group of male models, his gaze sweeping over their faces one by one.

Julian Rivers saw him walking so close to pick a man and swallowed hard in shock...still claiming he’s not gay?

He was personally picking out a man!

"First row, you can leave." Elias Spencer instructed in a deep voice.

A man in a black vest standing in front of him, eyeing the handso man, tugged at his sleeve suddenly, speaking in a coquettish voice:

"Brother, I can do anything, just let stay?"

Elias Spencer’s brows furrowed, firmly stating two words: "Get out."

The rest, seeing his fierce deanor, didn’t dare say anything further and obediently left the suite.

He carefully scrutinized the second row of n one by one, Julian Rivers observing his serious selection, his heart pounding, involuntarily closing his spread-out legs—

Is he planning to convert ?

Though he admired him greatly, he couldn’t bring himself to get on his knees for him!

Elias Spencer walked from the beginning to the end of the second row, dismissing them again in a low voice.

When he reached the middle of the third row, his gaze landed on a man wearing glasses and a burgundy shirt: "You stay, everyone else leave."

The glasses-wearing man recognized him too; wasn’t this the colleague of that pretty lady?

"Brother, I don’t accompany n, I’m straight." he politely, though sowhat humbly, said, knowing this man looked hard to deal with.

Elias Spencer crossed his arms, looking at him coolly, "I just want to ask you a few questions."

"...Please speak, brother," the male model responded obediently.

"Did my colleague really go ho with you that night?" he asked directly.

Julian Rivers was utterly confused, his mind still picturing his best friend groping and fondling the man, but he saw that his friend was just asking questions!

He was sowhat disappointed.

"No, when we were in the taxi, the lady gave money and asked to get out..." Was this man interested in that lady?

Hearing this, shock flashed in Elias Spencer’s eyes! She didn’t go ho with this man? But, on her neck—

"Still lying? How did the red mark on her neck co about?"

"I-I took advantage when the lady wasn’t noticing and stole a kiss, but she pushed away..."

The man, explaining in fear while looking at him, his heart was in his throat, worried he’d get beaten up.

"Get lost." Elias Spencer uttered coldly. How many truths were in her words?

The male model sighed in relief, his legs weak as he quickly left the suite.

"So, you were just checking whether Sumr Nolan slept with that guy or not?!" Julian Rivers finally understood, suddenly realizing,

"You care so much; don’t tell you still like her?"

"...Who said I still like her? I just want to know what kind of person she really is," Elias Spencer replied, sitting down in the middle of the sofa, pouring himself a drink.

-

It was after ten o’clock in the evening.

Sumr Nolan erged from the shower, seeing her mom rummaging through her wardrobe: "What are you looking for?"

"I wanted to see if you had any pretty nightwear we could swap, but... could you explain whose coat this is?"

"It was loaned to by a colleague when my period ca unexpectedly the other day; I forgot to return it," Sumr Nolan naturally explained.

"Then whose belt is this?" Mrs. Nolan pulled out a belt and questioned further; these items were all luxury branded and quite expensive.

The suit jacket was even a custom-made piece.

That man must be quite wealthy, right?

"Cough... that was from a ga at a firm gathering where I lost, and they made undo a colleague’s belt; that’s all. Don’t overthink it," she explained again.

"But you’re not returning it? Seems like you have ulterior motives!" Mrs. Nolan teased with a mischievous smile, feeling like she’d caught her daughter red-handed.