Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1937: You Better Handle This

Chapter 1937: You Better Handle This

He glanced at the caller ID - because of the incident with Summer, he had saved Elisa's number before assigning her as a broker. Today was the first time this girl had called him, and he couldn't figure out what it was about. But he quickly answered, "Hello, Elisa."

"Mr. Marsh, I need to tell you something. Do you have time right now?"

"Yes, go ahead."

And so, this girl told him all the rumors she had heard, damaging not only Summer's reputation but also Mr. Marsh's.

As Ivan listened, his brows furrowed slightly, his handsome face taking on a serious expression. After Elisa finished reporting and expressing her concerns, he simply said to her, "Alright, leave this matter to me to handle."

After the call ended, Ivan analyzed the situation. Since such malicious rumors had spread, it was certain that someone was intentionally slandering. But who was this person? Answers could only be found through investigation; though there was a prime suspect, blind guesses couldn't be made, evidence had to be considered. However, this matter needed to be clarified immediately, no harm should be done to Jennifer.

At that moment, on set. After shooting the scene with Spencer and Summer four times, the director was finally satisfied. Yet Summer did not relax; she felt apologetic. "I'm sorry for wasting everyone's time," she bowed deeply to everyone.

Everyone accepted her apology, applauding. With Spencer around, the director dared not say anything. Standing before her, Spencer gazed at her despondent face, truly feeling sorry for her.

"What is this little setback?" he said casually, hands in his pockets. "The entertainment industry is darker than any workplace; it tests the strength of one's heart."

She looked up at him, meeting his gaze. She felt grateful for his patience. Spencer continued, "Every non-talented actor goes through this at the beginning; you need not only work hard but also bear pressure."

Fortunately, he did not blame her for wasting his time. So, Summer was filled with gratitude towards Spencer. "Thank you," she sincerely expressed her thanks.

For fear of the fragility of love, Spencer handled it cautiously, like bubble that could burst at any touch.

Meanwhile, nearby, Angel was feeling extremely uneasy seeing their closeness after the shoot. She had greeted him twice that morning, but he didn't even acknowledge her, not even a glance. What kind of magic did Summer possess to drive both brothers crazy?

Bitch!

At that moment, Spencer's phone rang. Andrew handed him the phone, "Spencer, it's Mr. Marsh on the line."

Taking the phone, Spencer answered, "Brother." He then started walking, "What's the matter?"

"Rumors are spreading on your set that Summer is my woman, Spencer. You'd better sort this out quickly," Ivan's voice was low, "I'm helping you, but I've brought trouble upon myself. How am I going to explain this to my wife?"

"Is this true?" Spencer was clueless.

"Just handle it," Ivan hung up directly.

Spencer was a bit slow to react, looking perplexed. He recollected his brother's words, sensing their truth. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

And Andrew? He had no idea what Mr. Marsh had told him, but Spencer's expression was enough to tell him that something was wrong.

"Goddamn it, a blabbermouth! So conniving!" Andrew was curious, "Spencer, what just happened?"

Spencer didn't need to ask Elisa; he believed her words to be true because of her devotion to Summer. Through their interactions today, it was clear she was wholeheartedly helping Summer.