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Chapter 7: I Couldn’t Let the Child be Born

Troy’s stern gaze swept over Imogen’s expressionless face and then shifted to Charlene, sending at cold shiver down their spines. “You two are truly interesting.” he stated with a firm tone. “As directors, you argue and fight in front of the employees. Is this the example you wish to set for our company?”

The employees, cowed by Troy’s presence, hastily retracted their necks and avoided eye contact, captivated by the tense exchange before them.

Seizing the opportunity, Charlene swiftly spoke up, attempting to turn the tables in her favor. “Mr. Marshall, I was simply working when Ms. Forbes suddenly rushed over and created a scene, indiscriminately hitting me. Can someone who behaves like that truly be a brand director?”

Troy’s steely gaze turned to Imogen, and he spoke coldly, “Apologize.”

Though Imogen knew she wasn’t at fault, she could not voice her objections. With a deep breath and a clenched fist, she replied resolutely, “After Ms. Johnson.”

Her actions spoke of her determination not to apologize until Charlene did so first.

Charlene, however, met Troy’s gaze defiantly and insisted, “But Mr. Marshall, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Before Imogen could respond, Troy interrupted firmly, “I said apologize.”

His unwavering voice left no room for negotiation, and Imogen looked up incredulously at his cold expression, her heart tingling with unease.

He didn’t even ask for the facts or listen to her side of the story.

Troy’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he reiterated, “I’ll repeat it. Apologize to her.”

to resist. She reluctantly turned to Charlene and managed to force a few words from her throat.

Charlene’s lips, and she responded proudly, “Apology accepted. But don’t think I’ll forgive you next

Ms. Johnson, would you care to explain why you need

confident smile, Charlene looked at Troy and confidently replied, “Mr. Marshall told me to

deny it, but to her surprise, he remained

my office,” he instructed, jolting Imogen

a deep breath, she shot a fleeting glare at Charlene

at Troy’s office, Imogen couldn’t contain her curiosity any longer and asked directly, “Mr. Marshall, why

giving Imogen a fleeting glance but avoiding a direct answer. Instead, he shifted the topic unexpectedly. “What is your

she replied, “I’ve been busy lately,

Let the Child be

read it yet. But since you’re in a hurry, I’ll

paused, gazing at Imogen intently. “Okay,” he replied

didn’t have a chance to do so. But it seemed fate had given her an opportunity. Thus, she inhaled deeply, mustering her courage, and asked, stuttering, “If… if we have a child, will you still pursue

decisive reply crushed the last shred of hope within her. “It won’t happen. And even if it

was crumbling around her, and she struggled to find words to say.

quickly and leave so as not to prolong her suffering. “By the way, you already approved the plan, Mr. Marshall.

Xena?”

seemed odd for Troy to intervene in such a

curiosity. “I’ve been in charge of McKesson since the beginning, and you’ve rarely interfered with its development. If you wanted

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