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Chapter 67 The Biggest Fool

“Ms. Forbes, congratulations on your recovery,” Charlene said with a smug smile.

“Thank you, Ms. Johnson,” Imogen replied indifferently.

“Ms. Forbes, you haven’t been here these past few days. I thought you were too ashamed to show your face!”

Imogen gave a faint smile. “Ms. Johnson, seems like you are very happy after losing half of your year–end bonus. Sacrificing so much money just to spite me. Ms. Johnson, you really spare no expense.”

Charlene’s expression stiffened, then she said, “Imogen, do you think you’ve won?”

“What do you mean?”

Charlene raised an eyebrow. “Do you really think it was the intern’s mistake?”

Imogen remained silent. Of course, she knew that it was Charlene who had liked the post on purpose. The intern was just being made a scapegoat for Charlene.

Seeing her expression, Charlene smiled and continued, “If you can figure out that it was me, do you think Mr. Marshall wouldn’t know? But he still chose to keep me and put the blame on the intern. What do you think that represents?”

Imogen pondered it for a while, and then she lowered her gaze.

She understood in her heart that it meant Troy didn’t care about her, that in Troy’s eyes, Sarah was much more important.

Just because Charlene and Imogen were at odds with each other, mutually restraining one another, no matter how much Charlene slandered her, she wouldn’t be transferred from her position as the director of public relations.

Charlene was more important than her reputation.

Charlene continued, “Even if I have to pay a hefty fine for the year–end bonus, it’s just a bonus. It doesn’t touch my salary, and besides, there’s still some time until the year–end. Maybe I can win it back. This punishment is nothing but a scratch for me. Only you take this meaningless punishment seriously, Imogen. Now you should understand your position in Mr. Marshall’s heart, right? He speaks up for you in the group chat, making it seem like he’s defending you, but in reality, what have you gained?”

Imogen’s reputation remained bad in that case, and her work continued to be difficult.

Imogen felt somewhat fortunate that she wasn’t moved by Troy’s defense.

Otherwise, she would truly be the biggest fool in the world.

And she felt fortunate that she had seen through Troy’s true face.

“I’m curious, Ms. Johnson, why do you hold such malice toward me?” Imogen changed the subject and asked.

“Why? Can’t I just naturally dislike you?”

Imogen firmly said, “No, that’s not possible.”

foster daughter of the Marshall family, favored by the vice chairman. Even if others didn’t like her, they wouldn’t show it on their

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67 The

she had a straightforward personality, it would

after working alongside Charlene for so many years, Imogen knew very well that Charlene was extremely shrewd and had different

Charlene targeted her, there must

“What’s impossible about that?”

as an

and speculated.

Don’t slander me!” Charlene’s

“What’s wrong? Did I

talking about at

and turned back to

returning to her office, Charlene pondered for a while, then she opened her phone and sent a

a long time, Troy

wanted to give

Troy believed Imogen’s words, it would be difficult for her to stay

of the workday approached, Troy sent a message to Imogen saying he had a social engagement in the evening and asked her

up. Instead, she hailed a

Black Forest cake from the bakery

after buying a cake,” Imogen instructed the

for many years in Azure Plaza and had enjoyed tremendous

in, the

the left side and asked the bakery employee to pick her a slice of

women. She apologized to

someone called out,

to look, only to find one of the women, wearing a mask and a hat,

was her assistant, not wearing a

The

a step forward, glancing at the packaged bag in Imogen’s hand. “Buying cakes? Do you like this bakery’s cakes too? What

Ms. Page, and you’re personally buying cakes even though you’re so

“Of course.”

go ahead. I have something to do, so

after her, “Wait, you must have bought

Imogen froze in place.

bread was an exquisite box. Imogen was wondering how Sarah could tell what

how I know, aren’t you?” Sarah’s eyes smiled outside her mask as she slowly approached Imogen. “Because

her lips tightly. She had

she

heavy as lead, unable to

especially when we had arguments. He’d bring a slice of Black Forest cake, and I would forgive him. But one time, we had a big quarrel, and he brought me the cake, but I was still angry. I shut the door on his face. Later, he must have given the cake to you. I remember seeing your post on Instagram that night. Seeing