Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 79 I Choose Truth

During the next day, Imogen hung out at the resort with the other female colleagues, and they took some pictures there.

At twelve–thirty noon, all the employees ate barbecue together on the second floor of the cafeteria, three tables in total.

One table for ladies and two tables for guys.

The girls opened a few bottles of juice, and the guys opened two cases of beer.

Everyone was laughing and joking. Some even dared to make jokes about Troy after a couple of drinks.

Troy laughed faintly, but he wasn’t annoyed. The employees cracked up even more.

After lunch, some people proposed to play games.

All the employees were having a great time, so they agreed.

“Okay. Just play. What game will we play?”

“Let’s play the simplest. Spin the bottle.” One person should carry an empty beer bottle and place it across the table. “Whoever the bottle is pointed at has to choose truth or dare.”

“Okay.” Many of the employees responded.

Since Troy was on the side, no one would truly say no. Even if someone really didn’t want to play, they still had to play.

The director Sam West of McFesson asked, “Mr. Marshall, are you going to play? Why don’t you join us? Everyone is looking forward to playing with you, aren’t they?”

“Yes, of course. Mr. Marshall, join us,” Everyone agreed.

“All right. I’ll play with you guys for a while.” Troy agreed tentatively.

The employees cheered.

Led by Jack, the employees went to the back of the resort to play games together in the detached

villa.

In this detached villa, there was a large living room, a pool table, a game room, a card–playing table, a movie screening room, a gym, a bar, and so on, just for the tourists who came here on

vacation.

Everyone sat down on the ground in the large living room, forming a circle with a green beer

bottle in the middle.

Sam volunteered. “Here, I’ll be the first to spin. Let’s see who’s so lucky to be drawn first.”

After saying that, Sam rotated the beer bottle on the ground.

Everyone quieted down and stared intently at the beer bottle. None of them had the nerve to take a breath.

The bottle was turned around a few times and stopped, pointing at a male colleague.

started laughing. “Adam, you’re so lucky. Will you choose

wasn’t bashful, either. He said, “I’ll

in a chorus of

his throat. “Be quiet. All of you guys are asking questions. Which one should

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Whoever spin’s the bottle

employees went quiet and looked at

smiled, “Ah, Adam,

a little embarrassed, but they still looked at Adam,

blushed and nodded.

They laughed again.

“Adam, it’s your turn.”

guys are next.” Adam said and

at another male colleague

a while and said, “I

a hard time. Just kiss

was also a man on the right

and the man to his right

coaxing, and the male colleague kissed the man on his right quickly. Then he stood up hastily and said, “Okay. I’m going to

“Okay.”

stood in the group and watched

was becoming more

time was, and others asked how many minutes the

wouldn’t be easy to answer, so they chose to take a

a true question or do a dare, they were penalized with three

many people in the game. If everyone got a turn, it would take at

rounds.

a couple of other

just completed his dare. “Finally, it’s my turn again. Let’s see who

bottle was spun around in

the bottle. He took the bottle straight and shook it, eventually pointing to the

laughed wickedly, “Mr. Marshall. Ah, it’s finally your turn. Will you choose

was your first time

shocked, secretly thinking how brave

up and a curious

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at Imogen without a

when he first fell

was a bastard and was extraordinarily restrained in sex, never allowing himself

loved him. He also didn’t fight with

why he had the idea of marrying Imogen when he and Imogen

only ask one question. I’ve already

unconsciously curled

she already knew that Troy

thought that was in the past and didn’t know what had happened between them. She couldn’t ask about it, but now she knew that they were not

you shouldn’t have asked that.

time! Next

expected the next bottle to be aimed at Troy once again. However, the question was not asked by Sam this time but by

male colleague then went along with everyone’s suggestion and asked, “Mr. Marshall,