Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1967: Spencer'S Revenge

Chapter 1967: Spencer's Revenge

"Thank you, director."

As the director praised Summer, Angel felt uneasy. How did Mr. Marsh's visit result in such a change in attitude towards Summer? But soon it was her turn to act, so she didn't dwell on it.

Finally, she would have more intimate interactions with Spencer! The director, being older, was just playing along. If she could marry Spencer, she would essentially be marrying into his family.

"Second scene, Spencer, Angel, get ready!"

Classical and melodious music filled the air. This was a high-profile charity gala, where Tristan entertained friends from various circles who supported charitable causes. They were all people of high status. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Among them was his fiancée, Riverflow.

"Spencer, you should extend your hand from the left to embrace her waist. Angel, try to toss your hair as much as you can, so that the slow motion filming will be more aesthetic. Also, twist your high heels naturally, but be careful not to hurt yourself, and don't affect the future filming," the director instructed.

Angel nodded. She was looking forward to this. The entire plot had already played out in her mind.

Spencer looked composed, just listening without uttering a word.

"Let's start shooting!" With the director's command, he quickly exited the scene.

The cameramen positioned themselves and started filming.

Tristan, on the phone, stood near the pool. With his hands in his pockets, every gesture exuded a captivating charm that no one else could match.

He truly had the aura of the leading man.

Riverflow, smiling, joyfully walked towards him. "Tristan, I didn't know you were here," as if she had been searching for him.

Tristan just hung up the phone and turned to look at her.

Riverflow stood next to him, following the director's specified spot, less than half a meter from Spencer. As she positioned herself, she naturally twisted her foot, looking perfectly natural.

"Ah-!"

Losing her balance, her body fell backward!

Her facial expression was impeccable, showing no panic or grimace.

She also followed the director's instructions and tossed her hair, knowing that Spencer would reach out to embrace her waist, like a hero saving the damsel.

Just when the director thought the stumble was not an issue, and that they could continue, Spencer stood still and unmoved!

"Ah-!"

Splash!

The leading actress, Angel, fell into the icy pool! The huge splash drenched the nearby extras!

"Ah!" Everyone was taken aback. This scene was beyond anyone's expectations, except for Spencer.

The director was wide-eyed with astonishment!

All the crew were shocked!

Summer and Harlan turned around with their wine glasses, incredulously watching the scene unfold! Was the script changed?

"Ah! Help! I can't swim! Help me! Help me!!" Angel struggled and floundered in the water, panicking and crying out, her body sinking and floating.

One crew member quickly realized and jumped in to rescue her. They couldn't afford a fatality!

The director glanced at Spencer, then at Angel. He didn't dare to get angry, but he was very puzzled. Why didn't Spencer even extend his hand?

It wasn't a case of reaching out and not catching her; he didn't even reach out at all!

He approached Spencer. "What's going on? Spencer? Did you forget the script?"

Spencer calmly looked at the director. "I didn't forget."

"Then... is the lighting too bright? Did it blind you?" the director asked, the reason sounding far- fetched.

He shook his head. "No."

"Then... were you doing it on purpose?" the director guessed, finally vocalizing the question.