Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1903: Is Your Name Summer?

Chapter 1903: Is Your Name Summer?

Normally composed and aloof, Angel couldn't help but turn into a fangirl in front of Mr. Marsh. She didn't know why he had summoned her, but she was genuinely excited. After all, the contract had been signed, solidifying their collaboration. Soon, the car arrived at the company's entrance, and Angel instructed her assistant to wait in the car. Summer watched Angel happily exit the car and stride towards the building eagerly. Perhaps she was impatient to meet with Mr. Marsh?

Upon reaching the CEO's office after taking the elevator, Angel adjusted her demeanor and greeted Mr. Marsh with her most beautiful smile. "Mr. Marsh, Andrew, I'm here!" Her gaze then turned towards the impeccably dressed man not far from her, "Mr. Marsh." Andrew, noticing that Angel was alone, asked in surprise, "Where is your assistant?" Angel's eyes, filled with smiles, glanced at Andrew before returning to Mr. Marsh as she replied, "She's waiting downstairs for me." Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Standing before Mr. Marsh, Angel sweetly asked, "What can I help you with, Mr. Marsh?" Ivan stood tall, his expression calm as he replied, "I need to see your assistant." Angel's smile faltered slightly at the unexpected request. "You want to see her? What for?" She couldn't understand why he wanted to see an insignificant assistant like Summer. Ivan, never one to repeat himself, maintained a cold gaze, waiting for her response. Andrew remained silent.

After a moment, Angel regained her smile and said, "Alright, let me call her." She dialed a number on her phone, even though she was reluctant. In front of Mr. Marsh, she gently told the girl on the other end, "Summer, come upstairs. Mr. Marsh wants to see you." In the car, Summer was confused. Why did Mr. Marsh want to see her? Without fully understanding, she promptly got out of the car and headed into the lobby.

In the sleek and elegant CEO's office, Ivan had clearly heard the name "Summer" mentioned by Angel. He didn't question it but pondered why she didn't recognize Elisa if she truly was Summer.

High school friends should know each other well, this didn't add up. Soon, the girl appeared at the door of the CEO's office. She had flawless skin, brows like mountain ink, eyes like rippling waves, and a natural air of coldness about her. Spotting Angel inside, she walked in confidently, her long, glossy black hair flowing behind her.

"This is Mr. Marsh," Angel introduced with a smile. The girl nodded politely, "Hello, Mr. Marsh." Ivan's voice was gentle as he asked, "Is your name Summer?" He gazed at her face, identical to the one in the photograph, feeling both delighted and surprised. The girl nodded, unafraid, despite Mr. Marsh's imposing presence. Her calm and confident demeanor was not something everyone possessed.

At that moment, Angel couldn't help but feel a bit flustered. Perhaps Mr. Marsh's aura was just too powerful.