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

pushed open the door of

by the window wall. When he heard the

“Yeah.”

gathering tonight for her birthday, and I have to go.

at him. “You know that 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 me?”

think? A colleague?

and he looked at her too.

lowered her eyes and pursed her lower lip lightly.

were already rumors about them in the company. If she

were true, to

Imogen just did not want to make it

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

time with Charlene?

you?” Imogen raised her eyebrows. “Besides, I

meant that he did

rest more at

eyes, Troy suddenly

did not feel joyful from

“All right…”

want to go, Troy

will go

“Okay.”

the office. Suddenly,

away, looking

smiled faintly. “Ms.

at Imogen, then left with a

the

booked a country food

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sat down

sat down around the round table in twos

difficult to distinguish between the host and the guest seats at the round table. Thus, the place where Troy sat was the main seat, and Charlene and another deputy director were on his left and

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

and

could not ask

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

sophisticated and never

the other employees

people, and the public relations department was no exception. The dinner table

against the back of the chair, held his wine glass, and occasionally said a few words. Some people were like this. They could exude an

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

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

down the serving

Troy, and the vegetables on his

upset in

Troy’s phone on

message prompt was the icon of

the message, Charlene caught a glimpse of the contact

Watching Troy typing and replying, Charlene felt like a cat scratching her

again. Troy smiled and

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