Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1956: Spencer With A Plan

Chapter 1956: Spencer with a Plan

Her face was exquisitely beautiful, and with makeup it seemed even more radiant. The skillful application of makeup was evident at first glance, and her figure was the kind that men adored.

In this day and age, as long as you have money, you can do whatever you want with yourself. As long as you have thick skin and don't admit to anything, you can stand in front of the camera and claim to be all-natural, untouched by surgery.

And Angel was exactly the kind of woman who had money and thick skin. Having navigated the entertainment industry for many years, she was like a fish in water.

Exiting the car, she walked into the lobby. "Adelaide, could you help me reschedule the afternoon shoot? The director is here, on the third floor."

"Can we change it to tomorrow morning?" Adelaide asked as they walked. "You have no scenes tomorrow morning."

"Sure, that works."

Angel's face lit up with a smile as she walked, admiring her freshly done nails. "I'm in a great mood today, so I don't want to tire myself out. Even though I have free time in the afternoon, I have scenes with Spencer tonight. I want to rest and bring out my best."

"Got it, leave it to me."

With that, they entered the elevator, Adelaide heading to the third floor and Angel to the second.

Angel stepped out of the elevator with a light heart, humming a tune in her high heels towards the rest area. Carrying a designer bag worth tens of thousands, a smile she couldn't contain graced her face.

Just as she reached the doorway of the rest area, she looked up and unexpectedly met a pair of deep, slightly cold eyes. Spencer stood there, unwavering in his gaze.

She was surprised to see Spencer waiting for her, but his eyes... they seemed so cold.

Angel's steps hesitated slightly as she approached him, greeting him with a smile. "Spencer, good morning."

She walked towards him, a mix of surprise and joy in her expression. "Were you waiting for me?"

"Angel, make sure you nail your scenes today. Don't waste my time, I have things to attend to," Spencer's cold voice sounded like a warning and a reminder.

Angel halted in front of him. So, this was about that? It was amusing how he was already defending Summer before the game even began.

"When have I ever failed to deliver?" she raised an eyebrow, her smile masking a hint of venom, trying to gauge his emotions.

"You better," Spencer sized her up.

Angel chuckled lightly, her pride shining through.

He broke eye contact and walked away.

Angel's smile faltered and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

After Spencer left, he called Ivan. "Bro, I want to blacklist Angel. I can't stand her attitude."

"What's wrong?" Ivan's tone remained calm. "Give me a reason."

Spencer was momentarily speechless.

"She portrayed the character Riverflow so accurately, I have to admit her acting skills are impressive," Ivan calmly stated, having received the footage from the director and being satisfied with Angel's performance, as was the original author, Claire.

"Her character is flawed," Spencer insisted.

"We're in the entertainment industry, talking about character?" Ivan paused. "If her character isn't to your liking, simply refrain from befriending her or working closely with her. What matters now is commercial value, and she does have a sizable fan base. If need be, we can always avoid working with her in the future."

In the entertainment industry, the soul is something that no one can get close enough to examine.

So, the conversation didn't yield the results Spencer desired, leaving him feeling frustrated, as if there was a lump in his chest that he couldn't shake off.Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.