Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1884: Let'S Make A Deal

Chapter 1884: Let's Make a Deal

Even though she rarely updated her social media, he had been following her for a decade. It became a habit, and he remembered every word of her updates. Due to the countless times he had read them, he unknowingly memorized them all.

But what good did memorizing them do? They were like a spell.

Unknowingly, dawn broke.

Spencer had no intention of going to the club today. Sleep-deprived, he was in no mood and felt exhausted.

Around seven in the morning, his phone rang. It was Ivan calling.

He answered without speaking, and Ivan asked, "Where are you?"

"At home," he replied, still sounding weary. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Are you going to the club?" Ivan asked, "I have something to discuss with you."

"Not going. Why are you looking for me?" Spencer casually asked.

But Ivan didn't respond. Instead, he hung up and drove to Spencer's house.

It wasn't until several minutes later that the distinctive Lamborghini stopped in Spencer's villa yard.

Did he really come so early? What could be so urgent at this hour?

Spencer couldn't figure it out. In his pajamas, he directly went downstairs.

As Ivan entered, Spencer on the stairs saw him holding a file. Was there some business?

"What's wrong? Didn't sleep well?" Ivan's gaze fell on Spencer's face, with noticeable dark circles under his eyes, looking like he had pulled an all-nighter.

Summer's figure still lingered in Spencer's mind. Despite following her updates, he had no clue about her whereabouts.

But even if he knew, what difference would it make?

Everything was irretrievable.

It wasn't until he went downstairs that Spencer snapped out of it. With a tired look, he glanced at the file in his brother's hand and slumped into the sofa. "What's the matter? Finding me so early."

"I recently acquired the film and television rights to a book and plan to shoot a TV series. I'd like to invite you to play the male lead. Here's the contract for you to review," Ivan said, placing the contract on the coffee table in front of Spencer.

But Spencer showed no interest. "I don't want to be in the entertainment industry."

"Can't you do me a favor?" Ivan stood beside the table, hoping Spencer would be busy for three months and not have time for a girlfriend to fix this seamless habit of his.

"No, thanks." Spencer looked at him. "You can find anyone else with that money. People would be willing to collaborate with you."

"Only your temperament fits this role. That's my opinion and the opinion of the original novel's author," he persisted.

"I refuse."

Seeing his indifference, Ivan fell silent for a few seconds. Then he calmly sat across from him. "Let's make a deal."

With that, he took out a few photos from his pocket and gently pushed them toward Spencer. "Summer."

Those three words hit his heart like an electric shock!

Spencer stared at Ivan, then down at the photos, leaning forward slowly. He saw the haunting figure in those photos...

Memories were dragged back to ten years ago.

And Ivan continued to observe him closely, understanding what was going on in his mind.

Indeed, this girl was the key.

"Are you investigating me?" Spencer looked up at Ivan, a hint of anger in his eyes.

Ivan took back all the photos without answering, stood up, and said, "Whether to sign the contract or not, it's up to you." With that, he turned and walked out.

Quickly, Spencer got up, snatched the photos from him, and said, "I agree to your terms!"