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.

sitting so

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

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

it on purpose, asserting his

skipping a beat as he turned to

What?

personally made

he go to her

awkward, and could also sense Spencer's

she turned to glance

gaze with a gentle smile, like a mischievous

and everyone sat down at the

Summer, seated next to the director, looking calm on the surface but very

and unwillingness

her

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