Mrspencer Novels & Stories

“I heard both your daughters are stunning, but now that I’ve met Ms. Spencer in person, I can see the rumors were not exaggerated.” At that, the middle-aged man seated beside Xena raised his glass. He looked to be in his early forties. “Mr. Long is right. Ms. Spencer isn’t only beautiful, she is also an internationally acclaimed pianist. Talented women like her are hard to come by. I have to say, I’m impressed.” Xena curved her lips into a smile and lightly clinked her glass against his. “You flatter me, Mr. Lawrence.” Roger also lifted his glass with a smile. “Mr. Lawrence, let me drink to you.”

That said, I think there's more to it, and I bet the Spencers are already spending money on PR. "Really?" Jasper swung his club just then, sending the golf ball into the hole with relative ease. He then put the club down and sat down on the cough and swiped through his phone too. "The Spencers really love the attention, huh? I guess I can help—keep them up on trending for up to two weeks if we can." Luke flashed a knowing smile. "Helping Ms. Whitley, are we?" There was no bad blood between the Spencers and the Zellers, and Jasper rarely intervened in anyone's affairs.

The Spencers would be done for! Damian was being far too immature! He was basically creating an enemy for them! But before Christine could say anything, Gilbert turned to her with a smile. "You must be Christine Spencer, the CEO of Spencer Corporation, right? "Feel free to let us know what you need, Ms. Spencer. We, the Eckharts, won't refuse your request." Christine was stunned. She was so sure that Gilbert would fly off the handle and even take it out on Spencer Corporation for being associated with Damian.

Scarlet's mouth widened, and she took a double step back, "What the heck?" Spencer smirked and took slow steps towards her, "Hi, Kitten. Nice to see you again after leaving without a simple thank you." "What are you doing here?" she questioned. He raised a brow at her, "You know the answer to that." Monica laughed. She didn't want to believe it. "So, you are the CEO of Mo's Fashion Empire?" Spencer shrugged. "Why are you so shocked, Kitten?"

“Welcome Mrs. Miranda.” A salon and spa employee greeted that woman. She was a highly respected loyal customer who always spent a lot of money to go to this place. Where this place could only be entered by women from the upper class, who were mostly wives or children of executives. Miranda was one of them. “Is Melly here?” she asked. “Yes Ma'am, the owner is here. I'll let her know you've arrived right now.” “Okay.” Another employee served Miranda, carrying her bag and preparing a comfortable seat for her.

How could a five-year-old like Mason have accumulated that much money? Spencer trailed behind Damon, thrilled that there was hope for the company. Then, he lamented that they shouldn't have dismissed the employees so hastily, as it would now take a large sum to recruit them back.

How could a five-year-old like Mason have accumulated that much money? Spencer trailed behind Damon, thrilled that there was hope for the company. Then, he lamented that they shouldn't have dismissed the employees so hastily, as it would now take a large sum to recruit them back.

I don’t want to stop myself. I keep my eyes on the tiles as I edge closer. They are those expensive kinds, like those spa hotels have. I went to one once for Maggie Connor’s birthday, just for a swim, but I couldn’t stop staring at everything. It was so beautiful, so grand. Spencer’s house is like that. He has one of those modern basins, one of the big ceramic bowls that sits on top of tiles, not like the tired old sink we have at mine. He has golden-brown towels over one of those fancy metal radiators. They match the colour of the bathroom perfectly. He’s so stylish.

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Many brands wanted to collaborate with Spencer, so they hoped to offer him a good welcome. "Do I have to go too?" She thought that she'd be able to get off work on time. "Did you think that I'm paying you 100 thousand dollars just for you to scroll through your phone in the office?" Spencer spoke in a strange tone. "Alright, I get it. I'll come over to see you now." Celeste quickly stopped him. Spencer changed into a black suit. He put on pearl necklaces of different sizes around his neck. He casually tied his long hair into a low ponytail. He looked pretty in a gender-neutral way.