Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Spencer was having breakfast when he explained, “Why did I beat him up today? Because I consider you my friend.”

Summer met his gaze, her beautiful face devoid of emotion.

He continued, “I know the rumors about you and him must be troubling for you. It affects your acting, your character, and you haven’t yet adapted to the rules of the industry.”

Summer remained silent, not thanking him.

After all, the incident had caused a big scene, injuries were sustained, and the filming progress of the entire drama was affected.

Outside the lobby.

A limited edition Lamborghini came to a stop, and a black-clad bodyguard opened the door. Ivan stepped out, tall and imposing, his features cold and handsome, exuding a restrained aura.

The director’s assistant happened to be walking towards the lobby and caught sight of this god-like man and the car that money couldn’t buy from afar.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned to inform the director!

In no time, as Ivan took steps towards the entrance, the director rushed out with a pounding heart-

“Mr. Marsh, why are you here?” His heart was racing, and he nervously approached Ivan, trying to keep up with his pace.

The director’s mind was in disarray, unable to catch his breath, unsure of what to say.

Ivan didn’t answer, nor did he stop walking. His presence alone was enough to be oppressive.

The director followed him, sighing, and then complained, “Mr. Marsh, to be honest, I don’t think Summer should be on set. Today, Spencer and Harlan fought, apparently because of this woman.”

Ivan glanced at him as they walked, a hint of cold sharpness in his deep eyes. “Summer is my friend. Do you want her replaced or yourself?”

The director was taken aback, trailing behind Mr. Marsh, feeling as though his blood had frozen.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

After a moment, Ivan said, “Have Angel swap roles with Summer, reshoot the whole drama, and count all losses on me.”

If the director hadn’t heard it himself, he wouldn’t have believed it.

“Yes, yes, I’ll arrange it immediately.” He didn’t dare argue, why replace Angel? What did she have to do with the fight today?

Angel was truly innocent.

Ivan walked briskly towards Spencer’s dressing room, followed by his bodyguards waiting by the car.

The dressing room door was wide open, and the director felt cold sweat on his back.

At that moment, the doctor had finished treating Spencer’s injured hands and had applied large band-aids.

When Ivan entered, he saw Summer feeding Spencer a bun on the couch.

Spencer, like a child, was enjoying it, seeming to forget the pain and feeling entitled to it.

As footsteps approached, everyone in the dressing room looked up to see Ivan walking in.

“Mr. Marsh.” The doctor, who had finished his work, greeted respectfully and quickly left, unable to bear the man’s cold aura for too long.

Andrew greeted him quietly, “Mr. Marsh.”

Ivan ignored everyone and locked eyes on Spencer from the moment he entered, feeling slightly irritated at the sight of his bruised and swollen face.

He considered fighting to be a low-class act.

Just as Summer finished feeding him a glass of soy milk and a bun, she stood up with another bun in hand.

By then, Spencer’s stomach had some food lining it.

“Mr. Marsh,” Summer also greeted Ivan.