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Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1919
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Chapter 1919: Receiving the Role in a Peculiar Way

Summer felt Angel's gaze on her, recalling Sophia Violet's words downstairs earlier that day about Angel orchestrating the events.

However, Summer trusted her instincts and did not have concrete evidence, merely remaining cautious and not fully believing.

"Summer, what is your relationship with Mr. Marsh?" Angel inquired, her tone teasing as she rose from the sofa to scrutinize her

with a condescending look, insinuatingly asking if she was Mr. Marsh's lover.

Summer felt as though she would explode! Every nerve in her body tensed, a cold glint flashing in her eyes. "Of course not!" she

replied firmly.

The two women locked eyes, and Summer remembered the day she was summoned by Mr. Marsh, an incident known only to her.

"Are you just speculating and spreading rumors on purpose?" Summer stared at her, suppressing her anger. "| overheard such

discussions in the elevator."

"If you want to keep something a secret, don't do it in the first place. | don't believe that there's nothing between you and Mr.

Marsh," Angel disdainfully remarked before turning and leaving.

Before departing, Adelaide informed Summer, "Starting today, you are no longer Angel's assistant. The director will cto see

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you shortly. Take care of yourself."

Summer was speechless!

Shortly after, the director indeed arrived and handed her a script. Indifferently, he said, "Prepare yourself. You have your first scene

at 8 AM tomorrow. | hope you don't have too many NGs, as it will affect the filming schedule. | don't care who you are associated

with, I'll replace you either way."

With that, the director walked off without glancing back at her. A moment ago, he didn't even give her a proper look.

Summer took the script, feeling bewildered.

She landed a role??

In such a bizarre manner??

Why did Sophia Violet leave? Why did Mr. Marsh let her go?

Was it because of the morning incident? Did Mr. Marsh stand up for her? How was that possible? Mr. Marsh was always busy, how

could he have tto intervene?

And how did Mr. Marsh even find out about this matter?

Summer was very clear about her relationship with Mr. Marsh; they were practically strangers, having only met once, hardly even

acquaintances.

Summer couldn't understand why all this was happening...

But she knew that Sophia Violet being replaced was a reality. Since she had a dream of performance, this debut role had to be

played well. She had to prove herself with her skills, not hold anyone back.

The opening ceremony had ended, and many artists took a break and left with their assistants. The entire building, once bustling

with activity in the morning, gradually grew deserted.

Summer returned hwith the script, setting aside her complex emotions. She spent all her tporing over the script,

underlining her lines with a highlighter.

She then rehearsed her expressions in front of the mirror multiple times, brewing her emotions.

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In the morning, Agnes completed her discharge procedures, and Ansel drove her to the Marsh Group building.

"You don't have to wait, goodbye, thank you for bringinghere!" Agnes exclaimed as she got out of the car with her bag, waving

to Ansel. "Take care on your way!"

"When do you finish work? Shall | cpick you up?" Ansel liked her and wanted to be of service to her.

"No need, it's my first day, | need to familiarize myself with the environment first. Who knows how late | might be here. You go on,"

she declined.

With that, she briskly walked inside.

Marsh Group was truly magnificent and luxurious! It was truly deserving of being a landmark building.

As she entered, Andrew emerged from the elevator, noticing her immediately.

Andrew approached her with a smile, "Hey, Miss Bubu!"

"Hello, Andrew!" the girl stepped towards him, smiling. "Just callBubu from now on, four syllables are too cumbersome!"