Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 104 I Trust You

Early the next morning.

When Imogen woke up, Troy was already up.

He was fully dressed, sitting at the dining table waiting for her to have breakfast together, and then went to the company together after breakfast.

There was a knock on the office door. Imogen looked up from the computer and said, “Come in.”

Lane pressed the doorknob and came in from the outside. “Ms. Forbes, Mr. Marshall asked me to send you a document.”

“Put it there.” Imogen pointed to the desk in front of her.

“Okay.”

After Lane left, Imogen lowered her head, picked up the folder on the table, and looked through

1. it.

paper, on which.

What was placed in the file folder was not any serious document but a piece of was Troy’s itinerary for the last week, with details, including the social gatherings at noon and night every day.

In the past, he would also report the itinerary to her, but not in such detail.

For example, it was written that Troy had to go for a business lunch today.

At this moment, his message came. [I’m not at the company at noon. I’ve had someone order lunch for you. After eating, you can go to my lounge for a rest.]

[Okay.]

During Imogen’s break at noon, Lane delivered the takeaway.

After Imogen finished lunch, she went to Troy’s lounge and napped for a while.

When she woke up, the break was close to its end.

Imogen put on her shoes, tidied her clothes, and was about to go out when she suddenly heard voices in the office outside.

“Is there anything else?”

This was Troy’s voice.

He should have come back from outside.

“There is one more personal matter.” A female voice sounded.

This was Charlene’s voice.

Charlene said, “Mr. Marshall, today is my birthday, and I plan to invite colleagues from the department to dinner and then the bar, I see you postponed tonight’s cocktail party. How about we go together?”

“I’ll consider it.”

Charlene looked at Troy’s faint expression. “Mr. Marshall, please do me a favor. Consider it a department gathering. They will be very happy if you go. I heard that you just went to a hot spring resort with another department not long ago. It’s not good to favor one over the other.” “Okay, I got it.”

“Then, I’ll send you the address.”

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“Okay.”

the sound of high heels leaving

pushed open the

standing by the window wall. When he heard the voice, he walked toward Imogen. “Are you

“Yeah.”

gathering tonight for her birthday, and I

Charlene and I have a bad relationship. It’s her birthday. Wouldn’t she vomit her guts out

if you’re not from their department? Can they drive you away if you go with

A colleague?

Troy, and he looked at her too.

pursed her lower

were already rumors about them in the company. If she went

rumors were

did not

say that Charlene likes me? Aren’t you worried?” Troy looked deeply at

worried about letting him spend time

believe that she likes you?” Imogen raised

Charlene liked him, which meant that he did not have any thoughts about her and would not have anything with

was better for Imogen to rest

Imogen’s trusting eyes, Troy suddenly felt

feel joyful

“All right…”

did not want to go,

go

“Okay.”

out of the office. Suddenly,

not far away, looking at

faintly. “Ms. Johnson, good

then

getting off work in the evening, Imogen

had booked a country food

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sat down

around the round table

the guest seats at the round table. Thus, the place where Troy sat

were ordered in advance, and they were served soon after everyone was

Troy what he liked to eat on Facebook, and Troy only replied, “Anything is fine,

could not ask any

for so many years, she and Troy had eaten at the same table many times, and they never saw Troy preferring

was mature and sophisticated and never showed his

picked up his cutlery, and the other employees began to

and the public relations department was no

the chair, held his wine glass, and occasionally said a few words.

spoon full of green vegetables, and put them on

the plate. Instead of answering, he just said, “Thank

put down the

and the vegetables on his

upset in

the screen of Troy’s phone on the table lit

was the icon

of replying to the message, Charlene caught a glimpse of the contact name at the top of the dialog box on

she could not see what Imogen had sent. Watching Troy typing

Troy smiled

him glued to his phone and Facebook like he was now. Watching Troy’s movements, Charlene suddenly thought of the