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Chapter 107 Call Me Darling

“Charlene, come to my office.” Troy’s voice was calm and a little cold.

“Okay.”

Charlene picked up the mirror and looked at it, stroked the hair on her ears, and calmed down. Troy might not know it was her who drugged him.

She stood up and walked to the president’s office.

She knocked on the door twice, pushed the door open, and stood still in front of the desk. “Mr. Marshall, are you looking for me?“”

Troy looked up at her, took a document from his hand, and put it in the middle of the table. “This is your transfer order. I plan to transfer you to the branch below. What do you think?”

He asked Charlene what she thought, but in fact, he would not give Charlene a choice.

Charlene’s face froze instantly. She looked at Troy with disbelief. “Mr. Marshall, why? Why are you suddenly transferring me away?”

Love was not a sin. Troy would not mind keeping employees who liked him around. However, he could not tolerate an employee who drugged him because she liked him.

Troy leaned against the back of the chair and lightly clasped his fingers on the table. “There are some things you should know without me saying them. If you don’t want to go, I’ll transfer you to another department.”

Positions in the headquarters were already in high demand, and there were no vacancies in other departments. If Charlene stayed, she would be demoted. On the other hand, she could still keep her current position by going to the branch. She would only be far from the center of power.

“He knows.” She thought.

Charlene’s face was ugly. She said softly, “Mr. Marshall, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Troy looked up at her, tapped the document on the table, and said calmly, “The transfer order will take effect next week. Remember to hand over your work this week.”

Charlene realized that it was useless to pretend not to know what was going on.

“Mr. Marshall, I was being reckless and lost my way. Please give me another chance. I promise there will be no next time,” Charlene said pleadingly.

“Leave,” Troy said directly.

With trembling lips, Charlene took the documents, turned, and went out.

When she reached the door, she stopped suddenly, turned around, and looked at Troy. “Mr. Marshall, I want to know. If Imogen can do it, why can’t I? Why can she stay here?”

“I don’t need to explain to you.”

Charlene’s face turned pale, and she pushed the door open without saying a word.

Seeing Charlene coming out, Lane said to Imogen beside him, “Ms. Forbes, please go in.”

Imogen took the document and was about to knock on the door when Charlene blocked the way.

“Ms. Johnson, what is it?” Imogen smiled.

Charlene’s eyes were gloomy. She looked Imogen up and down, saw the hickeys behind Imogen’s ears, and she could not help clenching her fists. Her eyes were as dangerous as poisoned daggers as she said, “Imogen, you wait!”

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She

and strode away with the

her back and smiled

She understood Charlene’s psychology.

benefitted someone else in the end. Plus, that someone was her, Charlene’s archenemy. How could Charlene not be

on the door and entered

“Mr. Marshall.”

stopped what he

the back of the chair, put his arms on the armrests, and looked at Imogen with a half–smile. “What’s the

the desk and reported on

finishing, Troy said,

Mr. Marshall, I’ll be going

called to stop

else? Imogen turned to

“Come here.”

grabbed her arm, and

on Troy’s shoulders and said,

I just want to hug you.” Troy smiled slightly, lowered his head, kissed Imogen’s

“Mr. Marshall.” Imogen dodged.

went out with red and swollen lips, she would not be able to explain

what.

my office. No one will suddenly come in.” Troy looked down at Imogen. “Even if someone comes in and sees us, and we’ll just take it as

“No,” Imogen said immediately.

Troy’s

“I don’t want to make it

are you worried about? Nothing will happen between Sarah and me ever again. I’ll keep my

to. Let me

you go if you call me

gritted her teeth and said, “Are you

“Be good.”

hugged Imogen even

and I’ll let you

#

–

are you

as

let me go if I

man of my

bit her lower lip and called out in a low voice, “Darling.

I didn’t hear

“Troy!”

I’m listening.”

called out again, with a much

something to

subject.

The visa has been approved. We’ll leave on the

let me go

go of

got up immediately and ran out of

Imogen’s figure with

Troy picked up

and