Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1931: Overheard By Spencer

Chapter 1931: Overheard by Spencer

Summer's uniqueness was acknowledged by Angel. Therefore, the presence of such a woman on the set would definitely threaten her position. A moment of inattention could easily allow that bratty Summer to steal the spotlight. Once the show starts airing, it will be impossible to resist Summer's momentum. She might even generate her own buzz, so Angel needed to quickly drive Summer away.

Not far away, Summer set aside the script and turned to Elisa, saying, "I'll go to the restroom first."

"Okay, turn right after you leave," Elisa reminded with a smile.

"Got it." The girl rose and walked out, passing by Spencer from behind.

In the mirror, Spencer gazed at her, her beautiful profile moving past him in slow motion, just like a scene from a movie. He caught a faint scent emanating from her as he closed his eyes, greedily taking a deep breath.

Just as Summer walked out, Angel also stood up and followed her, trailing behind until they both reached the sink.

Angel used handwashing as a cover for her surveillance, gazing at her beautiful reflection in the mirror, suddenly feeling insecure, awaiting the woman's emergence.

In no time, Summer came out, unexpectedly meeting Angel. As Summer watched her handwashing, she paused her steps, intending to wait for this woman to leave before approaching the sink herself.

Summer remembered the words Sophia Violet had said when she left yesterday, something Angel had orchestrated. Even though she was uncertain why she did it, Summer tried to avoid

confrontations with her directly.

Seeing that Summer had no intention of approaching, Angel casually flicked the water droplets off her hands, dried them, turned around, and stood in front of Summer, her gaze fixed firmly on her.

Two women stood just a few feet apart, locking eyes. Angel's lips curled slightly as she appraised her, then coldly taunted, "Summer, can you act?"

Outside the door, Spencer halted his steps, his gaze heavy.

"Have you ever acted before? Why are you so overconfident?" Angel continued.

Facing her mockery and sarcasm, Summer remained composed, "Is Miss Angel naturally gifted in acting?"

"Furthermore, even if I can't act, it's not for you to judge," Summer's tone was light, "You don't need to deliberately affect my mood on the first day."

"I'm just warning you, it's not too late to retreat now to avoid embarrassing yourself later and becoming the target of ridicule," Angel's eyes grew colder, "Of course, if you don't heed my advice, I'll make sure you regret it." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

And these fiercely spoken words happened to fall into Spencer's ears outside the door. Spencer pressed his thin lips together, his gaze cold and intense, exuding a daunting aura.

Before Summer could respond, Angel turned and confidently walked out. Just as she stepped out, she bumped into Spencer. Her steps faltered slightly, her face showing a hint of embarrassment, but she quickly moved past him, thinking to herself that Spencer had just arrived, right? He probably didn't hear anything.

But even if he did, so what? An established actress lecturing a newcomer is not unheard of in the entertainment industry, and Spencer surely would have no interest in such matters.

Summer stood still, taking only five seconds to compose herself, calmly finishing washing her hands, and then confidently walking out. Just as Spencer was about to enter, he stepped forward, causing Summer to almost stumble into his arms. Instinctively stopping and stepping back, her gaze met his eyes directly for the first time in ten years, filled with a mutual understanding.