Surprised Wife With Twins
Chapter 2182: Submitting The Review

Chapter 2182: Submitting the Review

"Summer, when can you get off work?" Mrs. Brightwood couldn't hold back any longer. "No matter how busy you are, there should be time for a dinner together, right? Eight o'clock? Ten o'clock? That's still a time. We can all wait. After all, buying a house is such a big deal. Both families should celebrate and share the joy."

Summer was puzzled. Buying a house?

But she quickly figured it out and asked, "Did Rupert tell you he bought a house?"

"What do you mean he bought a house? Didn't you two buy it together?" Mrs. Brightwood sounded a bit displeased. "Although it's our Brightwood family that paid for it, you're the hostess. The house is yours too. You'll live there in the future, so don't draw such clear lines with Rupert."

She understood now. Rupert had taken the money for the house purchase, but whether he bought it or not, she didn't know. He hadn't informed her.

But for such a big thing... his parents were kept in the dark? They thought she went to buy it with him.

Kind-hearted Summer couldn't stand it!

So while driving, she said to Mrs. Brightwood, "I really don't have time today. How about tomorrow night?" "Alright, I'll invite your parents then. We'll decide on the place and time tomorrow and contact you again." "Okay, I'm driving now."

"Alright, drive safely. I won't disturb you anymore." With that, Mrs. Brightwood hung up.

Summer pulled over to the side of the road and found Rupert's phone number. Before he could cancel this card, she dialed his number.

After a short while, Rupert answered, "Hello, Summer." He felt hopeful that she would call him on her own and at dinner time. Was she reconsidering?

"Where are you?" Summer's tone was calm as she directly invited him, "Let's have dinner together."

"Sure!" Rupert didn't catch her disdain and was eager to talk to her. He quickly gave her an address and asked, "Do you need me to pick you up?" "No need, I'm driving. See you soon." She hung up after speaking.

At Marsh Group, a flashy Maybach stopped at the entrance of the main building.

Spencer got out of the car and walked towards the glass doors with an air of confidence and a somewhat defiant expression.

While taking out his phone to make a call, he headed for the elevator. "Bro, are you at the office?"

"Yes."

"Where exactly?" His steps quickened. "I'm downstairs coming to see you."

"In my office," Ivan's deep magnetic voice replied.

"Alright, I'll be right there." Spencer hung up just as the elevator doors opened. The group of people inside paused upon seeing him and then greeted him respectfully- "Hello, Mr. Spencer!"

"Hello," Spencer responded with a shy smile. After everyone exited, he stepped in.

At Marsh Group, it was unclear when exactly he had become so respected.

Ivan cherished this younger brother dearly and quietly did things for him that became topics of conversation during breaks.

On one hand, people marveled at Mr. Marsh's magnanimity; on the other hand, they envied those whom Mr. Marsh held dear.

Riding up in the elevator with his hands in his pockets filled with several pages of handwritten review notes-over ten thousand words by his count-Spencer was here today to submit his review as instructed by his brother without any negligence.