Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1996 Who Would Believe It If Said?

Chapter 1996 Who Would Believe it if Said?

In a lavish VIP suite of a certain hotel, luxury, high-end, spacious, bright, crystal chandeliers emitting radiant light.

Important members of the crew have already arrived, and the director is spirited.

The most awkward are Harlan and Summer. Harlan got into a fight for the first time, ended up with bruises, and lost face in front of the goddess. He feels uncomfortable in his heart.

As for Summer, she doesn't know how to face Angel. Although she hasn't done anything wrong, she still feels a bit guilty, considering that this position originally belonged to Angel.

Spencer, on the other hand, is indifferent. He's had countless fights since childhood, and once even hit the principal, almost getting expelled, until his brother came to his rescue.

Spencer got out of the car, hands in his pockets, and confidently walked into the hotel lobby. When he saw Harlan approaching, he felt no embarrassment.

He still exudes a carefree appearance, a hint of aloofness, a touch of disdain.

Harlan approached, and the two men locked eyes. Spencer ignored him, and Harlan didn't greet him either as they passed each other.

Spencer thought he could take this opportunity to assert dominance. He would find a way to treat Summer well without causing her any discomfort.

Spencer feels happy every day now, ever since he found Summer. He feels her scent permeating the entire air.

He wakes up every morning looking forward to work.

Being able to spend time together on set and being just a few walls apart when going to bed at night, he couldn't be happier.

Before dinner began, Summer arrived at the hotel and headed straight to the restroom.

While washing her hands, she unfortunately ran into Angel. Angel had a cold expression, staring straight at Summer. "Did you sleep with the director?"

Summer's face darkened as she turned to face her. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Angel sneered, "Or was it Mr. Marsh you slept with?"

"Miss Angel, please mind your language," Summer kindly reminded, "Defamation carries legal responsibility."

"Hmph!" Angel folded her arms, a cold smirk at the corner of her lips, "In the entertainment industry, can you take the female lead position and remain blameless? Who would believe it if it were known?"

"I believe it."

The two girls turned to see Spencer at the door. He stood there, hands in his pockets, glaring at Angel with some annoyance. He repeated, "I believe it."

Angel was taken aback, not expecting him to be there. She pursed her lips, not daring to even breathe.

His stern face gradually tightened, his gaze becoming sharper.

"Angel, if you continue to cause trouble, I will have you removed from the crew. Do you believe me?" Spencer couldn't bear to watch anymore, his eyes deepening and turning colder, "Take care of your own heart, I worry for your future."

"..." She dared not speak, feeling like Spencer could crush her at any moment.

Summer looked at him, then at her, and walked away.

She was annoyed, especially disliking this atmosphere of flattery and deception.

Leaving Angel to face Spencer's cold gaze, she had nowhere to hide.

There was a rising feeling of aggression in him, "I'm giving you one last chance. You better learn to behave, or don't blame me for not being polite!"

"So, she's your woman?" Angel chuckled, a hint of disdain in her smile, "Then, how long will this last?"

"She's not my girlfriend." Spencer emphasized each word, wanting to spare Summer any trouble by clearly stating their relationship.