Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 120 Avoiding Appeared Guilty

As expected, news of Imogen and Troy not showing up after being cornered by reporters quickly spread online.

However, in the eyes of netizens, responding seemed like deceit, while avoiding the situation appeared guilty.

Public opinion escalated further.

Charlie couldn’t resist reposting the video and wrote: [Imogen has a clear conscience. Don’t try to smear her.]

Since the makeup incident, where she had spoken up for Imogen, netizens regarded her as Imogen’s friend and always left terrible comments on her Instagram.

Charlie didn’t care about it. She engaged in arguments with netizens under her Instagram posts.

Imogen had an impromptu meeting in the afternoon. Coming out of the meeting room, she headed towards the president’s office with some documents.

“Ms. Forbes,” Lane from the president’s office approached her and said, “Are you looking for Mr. Marshall?”

“I have some documents that require his signature.”

“Mr. Marshall is not in the company. If it’s not urgent, you can leave the documents with me. And I’ll

pass them on to him when he returns.”

Imogen checked her watch and found it was already four in the afternoon.

“Alright,” Imogen handed the documents to Lane and said, “Our business partners are pressing, so it would be best if you could get it to me before getting off work today.”

“Absolutely.”

Imogen returned to her office to work.

Time flew by, and it was soon time to get off.

She glanced at her Facebook but found no messages. Imogen initiated a chat with Lane: [Has Mr. Marshall not come back yet?]

Lane could sense the chilliness even through the screen. He replied cautiously: [Not yet… There must be something important that’s keeping him…]

Something important?

Well, accompanying Sarah was important to Troy.

cautiously suggested: [How about giving Mr. Marshall a

the window. She dialed Troy’s number and listened to the ringing repeating itself over and over. Finally,

He didn’t

headed home

long after Imogen went to bed, her phone aside rang.

glow from her phone screen in the darkness was somewhat blinding. Troy’s name stood out prominently on

directly blocked the call and turned off her

in the evening, the lights were still on in a two–story building within a villa

villa had a small courtyard housing several electric bicycles, while

was no ordinary residence. It had

bicycles and cars belonged to the employees who

variable. Sometimes they started early and sometimes got off work late. Once, a neighbor elderly gentleman bumped into the villa’s landlord and asked him about it. The landlord didn’t know much either. The tenant who rented the villa only mentioned that it was a studio for their self–media endeavors. And the

had been very busy these past few days. Their electric bicycles had remained in the courtyard since yesterday, and the garbage bags thrown out contained quite a few

only around ten in

all wore

coffee. “Just hold on for a couple more days. We’re going to make

topics, and now there’s someone served on

the long

just afraid Troy

a law–based society now. What can he do to

owned ax to grind and had the police detain

the wealthy. And the influence of connections couldn’t be underestimated. Troy just needed to drop a hint, and there would be people to step in for him. The suspension reasons of the two police were legitimate, not

the studio exchanged glances.

overthink it. What does it have to do with us? Let’s just focus on making

the

answer

opened it, he

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breath. A young man with a buzz cut who looked tough entered the room.

a couple of strides, he reached Rex, grabbed his collar, and

afraid, and in pain. “What are you doing? What you guys are doing

man seemed unfazed. He gripped Rex’s collar and

a sizable bump appeared on Rex’s forehead. Dazed and wincing in pain,

reached the ears of the other four employees eating in the office. When they rushed out and saw this, their

“Who are you?”

you attack Rex?”

forward to help, but at that

employee wore a coat, but these men were still in short sleeves, revealing their muscular forearms covered in tattoos. They looked