Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1997: Triggered By A Shrimp

Chapter 1997: Triggered by a Shrimp

Angel met his gaze, and he didn't seem to be lying.

So, who exactly is Summer? Why does she have such a background? Why is everyone protecting her?

Is she really Mr. Marsh's woman?

Even Angel was a bit puzzled, just thinking that with Mr. Marsh's status, how could he be interested in her? It just doesn't make sense.

So Angel couldn't figure out this question, even Harlan asked her out for a meal and seemed to have a liking for her, it's really unbelievable.

Spencer's eyes darkened as he turned and left, ignoring her, heading to watch over Summer and make sure Harlan didn't get close to her.

Oh, Spencer is really tired, he doesn't even have the mind to act now, but thankfully he is a natural- born actor.

When Spencer arrived at the private room's entrance, next to the large dining table that seats over twenty people, Harlan had just taken a seat, sitting right beside Summer.

Spencer felt bitter and quickly walked towards another empty seat beside Summer, sitting down without a word.

Summer glanced at him, thinking, why sit beside her when there are so many other empty seats? It feels like Spencer is doing it on purpose.

And Harlan, sitting so close to her.

"Summer, congratulations on getting the lead role," Harlan was genuinely happy for her, so enamored that he completely forgot about the disappointed Angel.

But in this kind of situation today, Summer wasn't actually happy with the congratulations, but she politely thanked him though feeling extremely awkward.

"Summer, was the shrimp I made for you yesterday delicious?" Spencer poured her tea and casually asked, "You haven't answered me from yesterday."

The tone of his words was not light, it was intended for Harlan to hear.

Yes, Spencer did it on purpose, asserting his dominance.

And when Harlan heard that, he was slightly stunned, his heart skipping a beat as he turned to look at the girl sitting beside him.

What?

Spencer personally made shrimp for her?

Did he go to her house?

Summer could feel Harlan's gaze, feeling extremely awkward, and could also sense Spencer's intention in asking that question.

Knowing he did it deliberately, she turned to glance at him!

Spencer met her gaze with a gentle smile, like a mischievous child, fundamentally kind.

Soon, the invited guests had all arrived, and everyone sat down at the dining table.

Including Angel, who sat directly across from Summer, seated next to the director, looking calm on the surface but very unhappy inside.

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Summer withdrew her gaze, sitting quietly.

The director kicked off the evening with a speech, warming up the atmosphere, and then everyone raised their glasses and began the dinner, starting the night.

"For tonight's dinner, everyone can chat about the script or talk about family matters. Starting tomorrow, we have to rush the shoot schedule, so the next gathering might have to wait until the wrap-up party," the director said.

Harlan reached out for a shrimp, peeled it, and placed the meat directly in Summer's plate, saying, "Try it, the meat is very delicious."

Summer jumped, turning to look at him.

At this moment, Spencer, using the other end of his chopsticks, picked up the shrimp from the girl's bowl, disdainfully placed it on the table, and leisurely spoke, "Summer doesn't eat shrimp peeled by others, she thinks it's dirty. Yesterday, when I made shrimp for her, she peeled it herself."

The girl turned to look at Spencer again.

Spencer met her gaze, a gentle and harmless smile on his face, "I'm stating a fact, she needs to learn to say no."

He then took her bowl, ladling soup for her as he said, "Don't eat shrimp, I'll make it for you later. This mushroom soup is the hotel's specialty, you must try it."

In this round, Spencer emerged victorious.