Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 2075: Two Awkward People

Upon hearing those words, Spencer didn't know how to feel, but he felt his entire state of mind relax a bit. "I'll go buy some vinegar," Ansel told him. "You hurry and get the package. Don't keep everyone waiting; we're guests here. Summer just got out of the hospital and can't afford to be hungry." Ansel's attitude towards him was unfriendly, treating him as a rival in love.

After Ansel left, Spencer returned to the elevator. He wasn't very happy, even though this guy wasn't Rupert Brightwood, the real Rupert Brightwood still existed. In the elevator, Spencer dialed a number and asked quietly, "How's the investigation on Rupert Brightwood going?"

"Spencer, since he's abroad, it's a bit challenging to track him down. It will take some time," the other party replied.

"How long?" Spencer was losing patience; he couldn't eat or sleep properly.

"At least a week. We've already sent people to investigate, but with just a name, it's like finding a needle in a haystack."

Spencer said nothing more; rushing wouldn't help. He hung up the phone.

Ding, the elevator door opened.

the elevator, Spencer knocked on the sisters' door. As he waited outside, he thought

the door. She stood at the entrance, looking at him as she opened the

complicated; his thick eyebrows slightly furrowed, indicating his unsettled mood. He felt a bit awkward as he met her gaze; she had just said they were no

the doorknob and turned to walk inside without looking back. She

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they probably aren't Pacific shrimp," Bubu's voice rang like silver bells, easing the atmosphere a bit.

Ansel came in carrying vinegar. He

days ago, Agnes had said she didn't have a boyfriend; now she had one so

noticed Ansel was very attentive to Agnes, but Agnes didn't act like his girlfriend at all. Spencer

Summer and occasionally glanced at her face. Summer

had been too harsh with Spencer. After all, he dealt with Angel to stand

was much quieter now, like a wronged child being