Mr. Marsh’s Twins

After receiving the signed agreement, Spencer handed Mrs. Brightwood a bank card and told her, “The password is the last six digits of the card number.” Mrs. Brightwood’s gaze fell on the card. After calming down, she felt a mix of emotions and knew she had been excessive. She didn’t dare question whether there was money in the card; she could only tremulously reach out and take it, saying, “Thank you.” Despite everything, she was grateful to him.

The moment she took the card, Spencer turned around and left without looking back. He never had much patience for handling such matters.

On the same morning, at a serene club in a bustling city, the three-story building was rare due to the high cost of land. The club was large, with a spacious area and modern design, featuring front and back courtyards and excellent soundproofing in the rooms.

Summer received a call and arrived at this club since she had no scenes to shoot that morning. As soon as she reached the entrance, a staff member greeted her, “Miss Summer, this way please.” They led her through a lush green courtyard and along a corridor before arriving at a spacious reception room.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Summer observed her surroundings; the air was fresh and everything spotless, easily lifting one’s spirits. This place might not be open to the public but rather a private venue for high-society meetings.

The reception room was large and tastefully decorated, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering an excellent view. “Please have a seat, Miss Summer.” “Alright.”

Soon, someone came in with a pot of Pu’er tea. “Please enjoy, Miss Summer.” “Thank you.” Summer sat quietly on the sofa, smiling as she watched the person leave.

Before long, Ivan walked towards them. “Mr. Marsh.” “Mr. Marsh.” Everyone who saw him greeted him respectfully from their hearts. He politely nodded in response, his demeanor gentle yet commanding respect with his tall and perfect physique and powerful stride exuding an aura of noble restraint that could captivate any woman.

To be honest, when Summer received Ivan’s call, she felt a bit nervous. On her way here, she kept wondering what Ivan wanted to discuss since his time was so precious. Was it about Spencer? What would his attitude be towards this relationship that had been dormant for ten years? Unable to guess his thoughts, she decided not to dwell on it.

Soon enough, Summer heard footsteps at the door. She turned her head to see Ivan appearing at the entrance while two people respectfully bowed to him. As he walked in, they gently closed the door behind him.

Summer instinctively stood up. “Please sit,” Ivan said with a smile in his deep voice that resembled a cello’s resonance. Feeling somewhat nervous, Summer greeted him, “Mr. Marsh,” then sat down on the sofa chair opposite him with a tea table between them holding a pot of Pu’er tea.

She had already poured two cups and handed one to him. Ivan sat on the sofa, glanced at the tea in front of him, then looked up at the girl sitting across from him. “How are you adapting to the crew?” This topic was unexpected for Summer; she collected herself and smiled back, “I’m getting more used to it every day. Thank you for your concern, Mr. Marsh.”

“Good,” Ivan replied. As an investor, he hoped this drama would be successful and personally ensured its quality. This girl had acting talent just like Spencer did.