Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 90 The Horrible Man

Troy tilted his head, and his eyes were dim. He covered the left cheek that was beaten. “Okay, I’ll

go…

I’ll go…”

Imogen also froze in place for a moment.

She didn’t want to hit him, but in a panic, she slapped him.

Troy took a few steps back, exited the door, and left.

When Jason realized it, Troy had already walked to the elevator.

Jason looked at Troy’s back and then at Imogen inside the door, feeling a bit helpless.

Troy seemed a little aggrieved when he left just now.

Imogen looked over. Jason hurriedly explained, “Ms. Forbes, Mr. Marshall called me to ask about the hotel address and your room number. He made me knock on your door. I couldn’t refuse.” Imogen nodded lightly and breathed a sigh of relief. “I know. You can go back and rest.”

“Yes.”

Jason left. Imogen closed the door but no longer wanted to continue the show.

She didn’t want to think about what had happened last night.

But

Troy insisted on intervening to remind her that he ignored her being humiliated by his friend and left her for Sarah yesterday.

The ridiculous thing was that he wanted to explain and even chased after her to Bennett City to explain.

What could he say? It was nothing more than that he was worried about Sarah, so he had to go over and confirm her safety himself.

But Imogen also wanted his care and love.

Troy didn’t give them to her. He chose to leave her behind.

She said, “Troy, if you step out of this door today, we are over.”

After hearing this, he still chose to leave.

What else did he want to explain?

His attitude and behavior explained everything.

After leaving the hotel, Troy returned to New York City overnight and went to work as before.

He forced himself not to think about Imogen.

However, the more he forced himself, the more he missed Imogen.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Imogen’s face appeared in his mind.

All kinds of

her lost and desperate eyes on

in a row,

him divorcing Imogen. She hated him

dreamed that they had divorced. Imogen married Liam.

from the dream and

and all

ill–tempered for the past two days. He would be angry at anyone he

was reprimanded by him for a small mistake. Troy’s attitude made the poor guy feel he was a sinner to the

Troy’s office with a crying

a very

gentle, approachable, and friendly. In the

rarely deliberately made things difficult for

like employees to concern about the past. If the employees made mistakes, he didn’t want their explanation but a remedial measure: As

that working in Marshall Group was

a

be in constant contact with Troy, was in a panic, fearing that one day they would be the

backed up Troy’s call records and voice recordings

many of Troy’s

handed the

“I’ll

first and return

with Troy’s mobile phone and went to his seat

responded lightly. He looked at the computer screen without blinking and tapped the

Bluetooth speaker next

Mr. Marshall, it’s Daniel Woods from Woods Technology.

and glanced at

phone conversation

phone was connected to the Bluetooth speaker in the office. Lane must have accidentally clicked on the play button while backing

against the back of the chair

filled with Daniel’s

about to turn off the Bluetooth speaker. However, after the conversation. with Daniel was over,

was Sarah’s

Where is Troy?”

took his hand back. He let the

Imogen. Troy is cooking for me now,” Sarah said, “Imogen,

in college and practiced good cooking

Troy frowned slightly.

Sarah’s tone, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable. He couldn’t even believe

the phone. I have something to

ask for you.” Sarah’s

Troy! I have something to ask him in person!” Imogen’s tone became serious. “This phone will automatically record conversations. If you don’t want me to play this recording for Troy

Troy smiled. Imogen

or so seconds of silence. When Troy thought the conversation was

“Troy, Imogen called you.”

answer it now. What did she

had an accident. In the hospital, he asked her what she wanted to eat, and she said she wanted to

It explained.

now, but she

“Imogen,