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

the door of the

he heard the voice, he

“Yeah.”

her birthday, and I have to

a bad relationship. It’s her birthday. Wouldn’t she vomit her

their department? Can they drive you away if you go with me?” “Then who should I go

you think? A colleague? Or… My

he looked

her lower

the company. If she went there with him, she would probably never clear

course, those rumors were true, to begin

just did not want to make it

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

time with Charlene? Was she not jealous at

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

meant that he did not have

Imogen to rest more at home

trusting eyes, Troy suddenly

joyful from being trusted at

“All right…”

to go, Troy would

I will go back

“Okay.”

went out of the office. Suddenly, her footsteps

away, looking at

“Ms. Johnson,

then left

the evening, Imogen went

a country food

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sat down

down around 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

ordered in advance, and they were

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

not ask any

working together for so many years, she and Troy had eaten at the same table many times, and they

mature and sophisticated and

cutlery, and the

two outgoing people, and the public relations department was no

a few words. Some people were like this. They could

spoon, picked up a spoon full of green vegetables, and put them on the plate in front of

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

Charlene put down the

Troy, and the vegetables

felt upset in

screen of Troy’s

prompt was the icon of

and unlocked it. Within a split second of replying to the message, Charlene caught a glimpse of the contact

not see what Imogen had sent. Watching Troy typing and replying, Charlene felt like a cat scratching her

replied again. Troy

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