Mr. Marsh’s Twins

After hanging up the phone, Ivan stood up and put away his mobile. The corners of his well-shaped lips lifted slightly as his gentle gaze fell on the girl opposite him. “See you tonight, sister-in-law. I have some work to do at the company, so I need to leave now. Bye.”

“Bye.” Summer stood up and watched the man leave.

It wasn’t until Ivan’s figure disappeared at the door and his footsteps faded away that Summer let out a sigh of relief, realizing her palms holding the teacup were already damp with sweat.

She quickly took a couple of sips of tea to steady her nerves before sitting back down on the sofa.

Summer calmly recalled Mr. Marsh’s words just now and pondered over his intention for inviting her out today.

On the way back to the company, the Lamborghini became a striking sight, a symbol of status and power.

The driver was at the wheel while Ivan, dressed in a black handmade shirt, sat in the back seat. His aura was cool and his eyes deep.

The phone rang again. Seeing it was his mother calling, he slid his long fingers over the answer button, a slight smile on his lips. “Hello, Mom.”

“Son, what are you doing?” Aubree’s voice came through. “Are you busy today?”

“I’m on my way back to the company, not busy.”

His mother couldn’t help but worry. “Are you driving yourself? Then don’t talk on the phone; focus on driving and stay safe!”

“No, no, there’s a driver.” Ivan quickly reassured her to prevent her from hanging up. “Is there something you need? We can talk for a bit.”

“You’re going on a business trip tomorrow, right? What time is your flight?” Aubree asked, missing her son and daughter-in-law whom she hadn’t seen for some time.

“Morning flight. We’re taking a private jet, so the time isn’t very fixed.”

“Is Jennifer coming too?”

“Yes, we’re coming together to see you and the kids.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Great! Guess who I ran into in Canada?” Aubree sounded quite cheerful as she teased him with a little mystery.

“Who?” Ivan chuckled. “It’s hard to guess; you have so many old friends.”

“Tom’s grandmother,” Aubree revealed. “She’s been here for several years now, studying tea art and flower arranging. Her elegance has only grown with time.”

Ivan had had the privilege of meeting Mrs. Fritz once. Despite her silver hair and the marks of time on her face, her kindness and elegance radiated from within, giving off an exceptionally clean feeling.

“Does she live far?” Ivan asked.

“Not far at all. She lives in a nearby estate. We ran into each other while taking a walk. The kids have been playing at that estate quite often lately.”

Aubree then got to the point. “Mrs. Fritz plans to return to Arkpool City soon. If you’re taking a private jet this time, could you bring her along?”

“No problem,” Ivan agreed readily. “It’s a small matter.”

“Do you know Tom Fritz well?”

“We know each other,” Ivan replied. “We don’t hang out often, but I’ve heard about him frequently-a very outstanding person.”

“Yes, I’ve heard about him too,” Aubree said. “He majored in chemistry at Stanford University but is now helping his father manage their business and doing quite well.”

Ivan couldn’t help but praise him. “Outstanding people tend to excel in various fields.”

“Exactly,” Aubree agreed wholeheartedly, happy at the thought of seeing her son soon. “I wanted to give you a heads-up so you can prepare to bring her back to Arkpool City with you.”