Surprised Wife With Twins

Chapter 2087: Waiting for Brother's Advice

No matter how long it took, he was willing to wait. Surely, it wouldn't be until two in the afternoon before he could see him? Leaning back in his chair, Spencer took out Rupert Brightwood's file from the document bag. He glanced at it again, unwilling to accept it. Such a perfect person could only exist in novels, right?

Outstanding grades couldn't be faked. Maybe he was just naturally gifted in academics, which is why he always did well and went abroad to study. But holding so many positions overseas-Chief Technology Officer, Director of Operations for a listed company, Project Leader, Executive President-all of which were performed excellently and received high praise from clients? How could one person be involved in so many fields and excel in all of them? If it was true, he was envious! If it wasn't true, he would tear apart the deceitful Rupert Brightwood right in front of Summer!

He had almost memorized the information... every word weighed heavily on his heart. The waiting process was always a bit torturous, but at least he could wait.

Half an hour later, Ivan walked out alone. His tall stature, outstanding appearance, and the gentle aura he exuded when in a good mood always made women easily fall for him. Jennifer was with Monica at the moment; the two girls were talking about pregnancy. Tristan would take them back later; they were currently resting in the lounge with attendants serving them. Ivan felt assured about this.

"Mr. Marsh," the driver stood by the car waiting for him, his eyes fixed on Ivan. As Ivan approached, the driver reported softly, "Spencer is waiting for you in the car."

Ivan was slightly taken aback and looked into the car window before spotting Spencer's car nearby. "Alright." He opened the car door himself. Spencer looked up at him. "Brother," he greeted, having already saved a spot for him.

Ivan glanced at him and stepped into the car, closing the door behind him. The driver waited outside.

"What is it? Speak," Ivan asked, his eyes falling on the documents Spencer held-those he had sent over that morning.

Spencer spoke gravely, "Were these collected from Canada?"

"Of course."

Spencer turned his gaze away. "Have you read them?"

"Absolutely." Their eyes met; Ivan didn't know what his brother wanted to say.

"Brother," Spencer furrowed his brows slightly and took a deep breath. "Didn't you find anything suspicious about these documents?" "What suspicion?"

"How could there be such a perfect person in this world?" Spencer doubted. "Such an outstanding resume? Is there no falsification?"

To Ivan, Rupert Brightwood was just average; he didn't even come close to being exceptional. Perhaps it was because Ivan's perspective and the people he interacted with were different.

For a moment, Ivan didn't know how to respond; he feared hurting Spencer by implying he was short-sighted since Spencer already seemed so anxious.

So Ivan thought carefully and asked, "What do you plan to do now? Having such a formidable opponent is an undeniable fact."

Spencer recalled Summer's mother'snovelbin

attitude that day-how satisfied and

fond she was of Rupert

Brightwood-and lost his confidence. The feeling of defeat overwhelmed him even before the battle began.

Spencer withdrew his gaze despondently. "I don't know," he said quietly, lowering his head into silence.

But his love for Summer had only grown over the years. Especially after seeing her again ten years later, his feelings surged every moment; she filled his heart and mind completely, making him feel

reborn.

"Brother..." The man lowered his head further; his voice was hoarse. "I feel like I'm a fish and Summer is water. Without her... I would die; my life would have no meaning."