Run Away After Flirting: Get Lost, Mr. Attorney!

Chapter 147: Drugged—Did You Tamper with My Drink?

"Shut your mouth! Summer and I are a real couple now. Who are you to butt in as the third wheel and still have the face to call others a vixen?Get lost." Ian Sterling deliberately spoke loudly, wanting to defend Summer’s reputation and also take the opportunity to announce their relationship.

Immediately, everyone started to accuse Yara Grant, looking at her with mocking eyes.

Summer couldn’t help but glance at him, frowning slightly, not wanting to make their relationship public since they were just a fake couple, and it would be bad if it spread too widely.

Not far away in the crowd, Elias Spencer’s face grew colder as he watched Ian Sterling announce their relationship. He even hit Yara Grant in public.

Would that woman dare to proceed with her plan?

Would she run away in anger?

Yara Grant glanced around at everyone pointing and whispering, covered her face, and glared at them fiercely:

"I am the one acknowledged by your parents as the arranged marriage partner. What is she? Your parents never acknowledged her!"

"As long as I acknowledge her, it’s enough. Now, are you going to get lost? Or do you want to be hit again?" Ian Sterling looked at her with deep anger, his eyes full of disgust.

Seeing how fiercely he treated her, Yara Grant ran away in tears, both angry and wronged!

"Thanks for earlier." Summer was very grateful for his defense just now.

"Since you’re my woman now, I naturally have to protect you. No matter if you’re right or wrong in the future, I’ll never be like that man who doesn’t protect his own woman but cares about others." Ian promised, holding her hand.

Summer was slightly startled by his words, feeling touched in her heart... It felt like a gentle balm on a freshly wounded scar.

"Don’t you mind that I’ve been with him?" she asked softly.

"I do care, but, I can’t control my feelings for you... As long as I can be with you, I don’t care about anything else..." Ian looked at her with deep affection, as if it was just the two of them in the world.

Hearing his words, Summer’s heart skipped a beat involuntarily; she had to stay clear-headed and not get moved again—

"Smack!!!"

Not far away, Elias Spencer watched their affectionate display, his cold eyes sharp as arrows, casting a chilling light as the wine glass in his hand shattered.

The words Ian said to her pierced deep into his heart.

Only now did he realize where he went wrong.

He shouldn’t have rationally judged who was right or wrong; he not only failed to protect her, but also harmed her—

A piece of broken glass was embedded in his palm, but he felt no pain.

"Do you see where you went wrong now? No wonder Summer doesn’t want you anymore!

Forget it, let’s get you to stop the bleeding, your hand is bleeding." Mrs. Spencer saw her son’s hand bleeding profusely and couldn’t bear to blame him further, dragging him to a private room.

Inside, she forcefully sat him on the sofa and said sternly, "What’s the use of getting angry now? Winning her back is the real skill."

As Mrs. Spencer spoke, she picked out the glass shards from his palm, grabbed a pile of tissues to press on the wound, and looked coldly at him,

"They’ve just started, there’s still plenty of opportunities."

Elias Spencer glanced at his mother, took out his phone, and called the bodyguard. After two rings, it was answered, and he asked quietly:

"Did you see Yara Grant? Did she go back?"

He had already instructed the bodyguard to guard the elevator, ensuring Yara Grant couldn’t leave and had to finish her scene tonight.

"I stopped her at the elevator, but successfully persuaded her, and she’s back at the party now," the bodyguard reported.

"Alright, make sure to handle all the hotel surveillance tonight. Don’t leave any trace." Elias instructed further; Ian would definitely investigate.

"Yes, don’t worry, Young Master Spencer," the bodyguard replied.

Outside, Summer said to the man beside her, "I need to go to the restroom to handle my dress. You go ahead and entertain the guests."

"I’ll go with you." Ian could sense that she had feelings for him, and he was full of anticipation, still wary of Yara’s appearance.

If it weren’t for her, he wouldn’t have had the chance to prove himself.

"No need, I might take a while. If you just stand by the restroom, it would be awkward. I haven’t drunk any wine tonight, I’m very sober, don’t worry."

After saying that, she handed him her wine glass and headed to the restroom. Without a backup dress available, she could only use hand soap to wash it.

She hoped it would clean up.

It was strange. Why didn’t she see Mrs. Spencer, who had called for her?

Outside, a waiter carrying a tray of red wine approached Ian, respectfully asking, "Sir, would you like a new glass of wine?"

Ian glanced at him, placed his two empty wine glasses on the tray, took a fresh glass, and continued to socialize with the crowd.

From the corner, Yara Grant gritted her teeth and stared at him, watching as he took a sip here and there from that glass, she breathed a sigh of relief.

A sinister smile appeared on her face.

Was this considered a success?

To punish him, she had been particularly ruthless with the dosage! Tonight, if he didn’t find a woman, his blood vessels would truly burst...

However, she wouldn’t really let his blood vessels burst.

"Tonight, I must conceive his child. Then, whether he wants to take responsibility or not, he will have to, and I can seize the opportunity to chase away that vixen," Yara muttered to herself.

"It’s fortunate that strange man stopped me; if I had really left, I wouldn’t have had such a good opportunity." She sneered, waiting for Brother Ian’s reaction to the drug.

Ian had only been socializing for a few minutes before a sudden dizziness hit him, blurring his vision. It felt like his whole body was engulfed in a raging fire, quickly spreading throughout his limbs.

It was unbearable.

He glanced down at the wine glass in his hand, damn it... Who was plotting against him?!!

Scanning the surroundings, all the figures blurred into duplicity; he couldn’t pinpoint the suspicious culprit. Clutching his head, he stumbled towards the restroom.

He intended to wash his face to clear his mind.

And to find Summer—

Yara Grant saw him head towards the restroom and hurriedly followed, not letting him find that vixen. Hmph, she wasn’t there to play matchmaker for them!

Ian reached the restroom, hesitating to push the women’s restroom door, afraid of being misunderstood as a pervert. His father’s reputation was already tarnished; he couldn’t ruin his own.

He first went to the men’s restroom, staggering to the sink, and splashed cold water on his face, turning on the tap.

After several minutes, not only did it not alleviate, it worsened, his body growing increasingly uncomfortable.

It felt like he was being roasted over an open flame, his rationality waning.

Yara Grant, waiting anxiously outside, wondered if he was solving his problem with a man inside. Why hadn’t he come out yet?

Just as she was thinking negatively, the men’s restroom door opened, and upon seeing him come out, she rushed over delightedly, holding him up and sweetly calling out:

"Brother Ian... Are you okay?"

Ian couldn’t see her but recognized her voice clearly, reacting and angrily pushing her away. "Was it you who tampered with my drink?!"

"N-no, it wasn’t me. I was just passing by and saw you unwell, so I kindly came to check on you." Yara clung to his arm, not letting go, her guilt preventing her from admitting.

Ian didn’t believe her and was sure it was her doing, feeling even more disgusted. Using all his strength, he shoved her forcefully, enraged:

"Get lost!"

Yara was pushed to the ground, furious. Did he hate her that much?

Tonight, she was determined to have him!