Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1960: Warning From Power

Chapter 1960: Warning from Power

"Summer..." Elisa came to the girl again, worried and asking, "How are you? Did she go too hard on you this time?"

Ivan retracted his gaze and approached the director, asking softly, "What's going on?"

Oh?

He figured it out?

His insight is too sharp, isn't it?

The director panicked internally, knowing that even if he didn't say anything, Mr. Marsh would find out first, to protect Angel, but out of his own selfishness.

So, the director smiled flatteringly and said vaguely, "There's a bit of a grudge between the actresses, but it will be soon reconciled. Hopefully, this little matter won't affect your mood."

Upon hearing this, Ivan's expression darkened, and he looked at the hotel behind him, asking calmly, "Are you all resting here in the middle?"

"Yes, Mr. Marsh," the director said, "It's too sunny outside, let's go in first. I will report to you, and the coffee here has a nice flavor."

At that moment, Andrew walked over, greeting, "Mr. Marsh."

Spencer turned and entered the hotel without even a word to his brother; he was really in a bad mood, like a child.

Ivan's eyes fell on his brother's back, and he walked inside.

Angel, not knowing whether to hide or what, had disappeared after the shoot had ended.

Ivan followed her trail and calmly arrived at Angel's resting room. The door was closed, and the director followed him, both sweating for the woman.

Is she out of her mind? To slap Summer twice like that!

Last night, Summer went out to dinner with Spencer, so she should have guessed that these two had an unusual relationship.

The director also blamed himself for not warning Angel.

The leading role was secure, why offend Summer? And she didn't even understand who she really was.

"Go busy yourself," Ivan said to the director before knocking on the door. "Don't follow me. I'll come find you after I handle things."

The director didn't dare to insist, so he just nodded and left, looking a bit flustered.

The director sent a message to Angel quietly- "Mr. Marsh is outside your door."

Upon receiving the message, Angel abruptly got up from the sofa! She was pale with fear and, in the next second, heard the knock on the door.

She looked at the door while holding her phone, trying to steady herself, "Please come in."

Ivan entered, and his deep, cold eyes locked onto the woman not far away, stepping in with each long stride.

The door behind him was not closed; he didn't want to leave any room for speculation.

What kind of investor comes to stay with the leading actress, all messy.

Angel faced his gaze from a distance, standing in front of the sofa, not daring to move a muscle, even her breathing became cautious.

Although Ivan's expression wasn't very cold, he was really calm. His gaze was fixed on her, and he took a step towards her.

But his innate aura was still there.

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"Angel, Summer is my friend. You better be nicer to her in the future."

Ivan stopped two meters away from the woman, his chilly voice devoid of warmth, "Otherwise, I'll replace you. At any cost, I'll reshoot from the first episode."

Angel was intimidated, filled with fear, her face pale and speechless. This was a warning from the power.

He wasn't joking.

Ivan believed she understood his words clearly, "Remember that?" Then, he scrutinized her and turned to leave.