Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1970: Spencer Becomes A Neighbor

Chapter 1970: Spencer Becomes a Neighbor

Spencer left early and bought some groceries before returning to the neighborhood, sitting in his car and waiting. He was waiting for Summer to return, planning to run into her when she went upstairs to let her know he lived there.

Sure enough, after a short while, he saw her familiar figure getting out of the car and heading towards the entrance. Spencer quickly got out of his car and walked towards her with the groceries, trying to embody the image of a good houseman. He planned to make some shrimp and take it over to eat with her, using the excuse of discussing the script.

Harlan should step aside; Spencer is the one closer to the water. Summer entered the elevator but before she could press the floor button, she turned and saw Spencer entering as well. She was surprised, "Spencer?" This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Summer," Spencer's tone was calm as he pressed the button for the 10th floor. "Do you also live here?" He spoke calmly, truly a natural actor.

What? He lives here too? Summer regained her composure, looked at the illuminated number on the elevator wall, and then looked at him again, "Do you also live here?"

"Yes, I live on the 10th floor," Spencer replied.

Seven, eight, nine, ten... the elevator continued to rise and finally stopped, opening its doors. Summer was stunned. He also lives on the tenth floor?

Spencer didn't walk out; he simply looked at her, "What's wrong?" She looked so beautiful tonight. He wanted to tell her that he really lived here.

"Goodnight," Spencer entered the fingerprint password and opened his door, glancing back at her. It was like high school again, she was so beautiful and serene. He wanted to tell her that he really lived here.

"Goodnight," Summer stood there, watching him enter his apartment and the door closed. Spencer lived next door to her; this is too... fateful.

Summer was shocked; she turned and went back inside her own apartment, still trying to process everything. But this may make it easier for discussions about the script and also for her to ask him for acting advice.

If he is a neighbor, communication will be more convenient. A friend and a neighbor, maybe they could become good friends in the future.

About half an hour later, Spencer, who had cooked himself, knocked on Summer's door carrying a plate of shrimp.

"Spencer..." Seeing him, Summer was a bit surprised.

"Do you like shrimp?" He remembered she used to love it, "I made a lot."

After thinking for a moment, Summer said, "Come in, I have a plot I want to discuss with you."

As Spencer followed her inside, he noticed she was still holding the script. This was exactly what he wanted. From now on, under the guise of discussing the script, he could come over often.

At night, disguised Angel entered a hotel with a room card, taking the elevator to a luxurious hotel suite.

The sound of water came from the bathroom. She threw her bag on the sofa and as she stood there, the water stopped.

After a while, the director came out wrapped in a bathrobe. He was drying his hair with a towel and walked towards her with a stern expression, clearly in a bad mood.

"What's the matter with you? You saw it today; Spencer did it on purpose! Because of his intentional actions, not only did I fall into the water twice, but he also wasted everyone's time!" Angel was angry and upset, "Why are you so calm?"

"What can I do?" The director sat down on the sofa with a troubled expression, "You brought this upon yourself!"

"You're the director; how can you not do anything?"

"But he's the investor's brother!" The director emphasized coolly, "He is the boss's son!"

Angel was on the verge of tears. Now no one is backing her up.