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.”

there was the sound of

the

standing by the window wall. When he heard the voice, he walked toward

“Yeah.”

tonight for her birthday, and I have to

him. “You know that Charlene and I have a bad relationship. It’s her birthday. Wouldn’t she

department? Can they drive you

do you think? A colleague? Or…

look at Troy, and he looked at

pursed her lower lip lightly. “You should

already rumors about them in the company. If she went there with him, she would probably never

course, those rumors were true, to begin

did not

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

letting him spend time with Charlene?

believe that she likes you?” Imogen

Charlene liked him, which meant that he did not have any thoughts about

rest more

Imogen’s trusting eyes, Troy suddenly

did not feel joyful from

“All right…”

not want to go, Troy would

will go

“Okay.”

the office. Suddenly, her

not far away, looking at her with burning

faintly. “Ms. Johnson,

glared at Imogen, then

work in the evening, Imogen went home

booked a country food

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Troy sat down and

sat down around the round table in twos and

at the round table. Thus, the place where Troy sat was the main seat, and Charlene and another deputy director

advance, and they were served soon after everyone

Facebook, and Troy only replied, “Anything

could not ask any more

so many years, she and Troy had eaten at

mature and sophisticated

cutlery, and the other employees began

people, and the public relations department was no exception.

his wine glass, and occasionally said a few words. Some people were like this. They could

green vegetables, and put them on the plate in front of Troy. “Mr. Marshall, do

on the plate. Instead of answering, he just said, “Thank you. You don’t need to

down the

paying attention to Troy, and the vegetables

upset

the screen of Troy’s

prompt was the

to the message, Charlene caught

see what Imogen had sent. Watching Troy typing

replied again. Troy smiled and continued

Troy seldom used Facebook. Most of the time, he just called and sent emails. Furthermore, it was even rarer to see him glued to his phone and Facebook like he was now. Watching Troy’s movements, Charlene suddenly thought of the interaction between Troy and Imogen. She felt sour in her heart and could not