Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities novel (Jennifer and Ivan) novel Chapter 251

Ivan walked into the golden hall, under the reflection of the light, his face looked particularly noble. He walked towards the elevator with one hand in his pocket.

Both the hairstyle and the clothing are meticulously refined.

"Mr. Marsh!"

"Hello, Mr. Marsh!"

"Welcome back, Mr. Marsh!"

People greeted him respectfully, including those older than him.

He nodded as he passed them by.

In Spencer's car.

Jennifer, who was all wet, sat beside Spencer with a large towel. She kept thinking about what happened. It all felt so unreal.

Ivan showed up...

Spencer drove, staring ahead with his deep condensed eyes. His finger clenched tightly on the steering wheel, making a crackling sound.

There was inexplicable rage in his heart, so strong that it could almost burn himself into ashes.

Heavy rain was pouring down outside the window. The car was speeding!

Jennifer realized how fast the car was. It was so dangerous! She looked at Spencer in shock.

Feeling his hidden anger, Jennifer blinked her misty eyes, not knowing what to say.

Tick tock.

They reached the seaside villa very soon. The car stopped.

"Didn't you promise me never to contact him again?" There was a faint sense of brutality in Spencer's eyes

Jennifer looked at him, "Today is the last time. I have seen with my own eyes that he is safe. We won't have any interaction in the future."

Spencer didn't say anything, but his face was very cold. No matter what, the thing was over.

Jennifer got out of the car and walked toward the living room with Spencer.

Ivan was so badly injured. His body must be worse than before.

Catherine can share the burden of work. If Catherine married Ivan, she will serve the company wholeheartedly, regardless of what happened previously. Aubree was somewhat using Catherine.

In fact, Ivan was not so fragile, he was very good. After three months of rest, he was full of energy, He even looked much younger.

At the Marsh Group, in Ivan's simple yet delicate-designed office.

Ivan, dressed in a black shirt, was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, listening to Finnley's report of the recent work, from the head office to the branch, from the big matters to the small.

Finnley was well-organized. Ivan was listening carefully.

"That's it, Mr. Marsh." Finnley said in a gentle voice, "I'm glad you are back to make the decisions now. I'll have less to worry about."

Ivan looked at him, "Thank you for taking care of the company during this time."

He remembered Finnley and Rowan.

"It's my duty." Finnley did not dare to look Ivan in the eye, because he was guilty of something.