Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Their gazes met. Tonight, she looked different, more beautiful than usual, with clear, clean eyes and the fragrance of a recent bath. Anyone who saw her would be captivated.

Spencer spoke softly, “Thank you.” He reached out gracefully to take it, tall and handsome.

He didn’t ask to come in. Standing outside the door, he dialed a familiar number and instructed quietly, “It’s me, Spencer. Send me a new phone and another SIM card. I need it now. Eastbury 1002.”

“Alright, Spencer. Coming right away.”

The call ended. Spencer handed the phone over with both hands. “Thank you.” He looked up at her as she peeked out from behind the door.

“You’re welcome.” The girl reached out to take it and was about to close the door.

“Good night,” Spencer quickly said, inhaling the scent of her bath. He couldn’t let his gaze linger on her beautiful face for too long and looked away.

“Good night,” Summer responded softly before gently closing the door. Before he turned to leave, she had already shut it.

Spencer stood outside, staring at the closed door, his emotions in turmoil.

Summer stood behind the door, her fingers still on the doorknob, a faint light flickering in her eyes.

Separated by a door, perhaps their feelings were similar.

After a while, they both slowly turned and walked away…

Spencer returned home. Shortly after, someone delivered a phone and a new SIM card for him.

Spencer closed the door and immediately dialed a number. “What’s going on with Rupert Brightwood’s finances? Why does he owe so much money? Is this data accurate?”

“Spencer, we’re verifying the situation. This is some initial information that differs from what we had before, so we informed you immediately. There’s a high probability something’s wrong with this person.”

“I need evidence,” Spencer said sternly. “If this is true, I want all the evidence!”

“Understood.”

“And make it quick!” Spencer was genuinely worried they might get married.

“Yes.”

The call ended. Spencer felt there was a high chance this was true but needed to trace its source.

Summer probably didn’t know about Rupert Brightwood’s severe financial issues abroad yet.

Summer’s parents likely didn’t know either. It was a huge skeleton in the closet worth millions; it might not mean much to others but was definitely significant for Rupert Brightwood.

Spencer decided to dig deeper into Rupert Brightwood!

To save time, he called Ivan and shared what he had found.

Ivan said, “Rupert Brightwood has been involved in online gambling since his freshman year. The situation has snowballed and is now out of control.”

“You knew?” Spencer was slightly agitated. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was gathering evidence,” Ivan replied calmly. “I need a bit more time.”

Spencer felt immense gratitude. “Bro, when are you free?”

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“I want to treat you to dinner!” Spencer was truly thankful. “What do you want to eat? Bring your wife along; it’s my treat!”

Ivan couldn’t help but laugh warmly. It made him happier than eating the most delicious food in the world. “Alright, once I’m done with these few days.”

Nighttime.

Mrs. Brightwood lay in bed tossing and turning in her pajamas, hugging her blanket and unable to sleep. She sighed repeatedly, her mind filled with images of that male neighbor!

It would have been fine if he were ugly, but he was so handsome!