Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“There’s a lot that the news doesn’t report. Sometimes when I go to submit my work, if he has time, he’ll be on the phone with his wife. His smile is so different from usual; you’d think he was in a long-distance relationship,” Agnes said enviously.

“A big CEO like him still has time to look at your work?” Summer was surprised.

“He insists on it. Every five chapters, I have to show him for review. He not only values this project, but he also genuinely enjoys reading manga.”

“He really is a different kind of CEO.” Summer started jogging and glanced at her sister.

“I’m not exaggerating! His level of doting on his wife is beyond your imagination.” Her sister began jogging too. “It’s absurd, and the things he says sound like they’re from a couple in love. You’d think he had another woman outside.”

The sisters were jogging downstairs, chatting. Agnes had a particularly good impression of Ivan and talked about him with her sister.

But when they weren’t talking, Agnes kept thinking about what Spencer said last night… that he was her sister’s first love.

Agnes held onto this big secret, feeling immense pressure whenever she faced her sister. Given the current situation, she didn’t know how to bring it up.

As for Summer, she thought about what Rupert said on the phone last night and felt a bit lost… Those views on marriage wouldn’t pass with their parents.

Thinking about marriage made her feel exhausted.

At this moment, Ivan took the elevator upstairs. This building had two apartments per floor, so it was clear that the Campbell sisters lived on the tenth floor as well.

This Spencer really had some skills!

He rang the doorbell, and after half a minute, the door slowly opened.

A sleepy-eyed Spencer immediately woke up upon seeing his brother!From NôvelDrama.Org.

Ivan took one look at him and stepped inside. Spencer quickly moved aside to let him in, feeling like his humble abode had been graced by royalty.

Ivan held a file folder and looked around the room with a slightly serious expression. Normally, Spencer wouldn’t be comfortable living here.

The room was small and cramped with furniture, very oppressive.

Yet now… he was actually living here! The apartments rented for him before were all bigger than this!

Spencer stood behind his brother like a child meeting an elder, silent and obedient.

He didn’t even ask how his brother found this place.

After surveying the room, Ivan turned his gaze to Spencer’s face without saying a word and handed him the file folder.

“What’s this?” Spencer looked down in confusion.

Ivan didn’t answer but continued to look at him and asked, “Are you comfortable living here?” It wasn’t sarcasm; it was concern.

Spencer swallowed hard, scratched his head awkwardly, and took the file folder. “It’s alright. It’s pretty good. Mainly because it’s closer to the set; I’m not used to staying in hotels.”

What kind of excuse was that? Ivan saw right through it.

But as an older brother, he didn’t expose him. He nodded and said, “If you need any help, just let me know.”

Spencer looked at him intently and then at the thick file folder in his hands. He didn’t know what it was but felt it must be important since his brother brought it over early in the morning.

Ivan withdrew his gaze and walked toward the door without lingering or even sitting down for a glass of water.

Spencer was still groggy from sleep and didn’t offer any hospitality either.

As he left, Ivan even closed the door behind him.

Spencer glanced at the closed door and then at the thick file folder in his hands. He sat down on the sofa with curiosity and opened it with his slender fingers.

Inside was a document that immediately caught his attention-Rupert Brightwood’s personal information.