Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1953: Spencer Seems Persistently Persistent

Chapter 1953: Spencer Seems Persistently Persistent

In the car, Spencer took out his phone and dialed a number. "Weston, can you help me find out which floor a person named Summer lives on in Eastbury? Do you have a group chat?"

"Boss, are you near my place?" Weston, who was still at the club, asked curiously. Then he answered, "Summer lives right across from me. We've crossed paths before, she's quite beautiful. What's up? New target?"

"Shut up," Spencer rarely spoke seriously in front of that group of kids.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." Weston was also witty. "Do you need something from her?"

Spencer said to him, "Starting today, I'll be living here. Let's switch places."

"What?" Weston was baffled. "Boss, I just finished decorating this place, the wind hasn't even circulated properly yet. You know how tiny it is, why are you looking for trouble? Are you tired of living in a mansion?"

"Yes, tired of it. Stop talking." Spencer's tone was light. "My password is my birthday followed by two zeros. Feel free to use anything at home, but don't bring women back, got it?"

"..." Weston was shocked. "Boss, are you serious?"

"When have I ever joked with you?" After saying that, Spencer hung up the phone.

Spencer parked the car in the underground garage, then took the elevator up to Weston's floor, the 10th floor.

He already knew Weston's entry code; he had been there a few days ago, and Weston has always treated him like a big brother, the smartest and most obedient member of the club.

Spencer felt like the heavens had opened up for him; Summer lived right across from Weston! This coincidence, this opportunity... must be seized!

The layout was two elevators and two units, living together like a family.

As he stepped out of the elevator, Spencer's gaze lingered on the closed door of Summer's home, wondering, what was she doing now?

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He seemed to feel her heartbeat.

Entering Weston's room with the password, it was indeed quite small, not even as big as the living room of his villa. But Spencer didn't mind at all!

He walked straight to the balcony, with Summer's balcony not far away on the right, both sides separated by waist-high glass railings.

He was now very close to her... it was truly a magical coincidence.

Even though she had drawn the curtains, he could sense the warm yellow light inside.

So tonight, Spencer was as happy as a child, so excited that he couldn't sleep, with her figure filling his mind.

In the next room, the lights were on.

After taking a shower, Summer, wearing a towel on her head, picked up the script and began another round of studying.

She would perform in front of the mirror, striving for perfection.

Until the door opened, and Summer turned around at the sound, "Agnes, why are you home so late today?"

"It's not that late, is it." Agnes came in, changing her shoes at the door and putting down her purse. "I had a meeting today, you finished taking a shower already?"

"Yeah."

"Sis, how was filming today? Smooth sailing? Do you feel better than yesterday?"

"Today was better than yesterday." Summer smiled beautifully. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you something to eat? I already ate out."

"I already ate too, a colleague treated us today, so I'm not hungry." Agnes walked towards her, "I want to get my driver's license."

"You should have done it earlier." The older sister put down the script and got up to pour her a glass of juice. "What's there to be afraid of? You're already an adult, go for it."