Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 255 Silly Troy

Lane hesitated briefly before continuing his report, “The group plans to invest in several theme parks in Notherny State this year. After preliminary planning, it turns out that the Harrington family is also negotiating for those pieces of land…”

“Anything else? If not, you can go back for now.”

Lane hesitated.

“Very well… Then I’ll head back.” Lane picked up his folder and hurriedly left the room.

Troy stood up, walked to the window, and dialed Ann’s phone number.

After giving instructions, he turned off his phone and put it in his pocket. He then stared into the distance with a distant look.

He couldn’t believe that Imogen could still have feelings for Erik even after what had happened.

Troy stayed in place for a while, then put on his coat and left the hospital room.

After a few steps, someone called out to him from behind, “Hey, Mr. Marshall?”

Troy stopped and turned around. “Mr. Gray.”

“I have reviewed your case, and it appears that surgery is necessary. When would you like to schedule it?” Adam asked.

“I’ve changed my mind. I’ll go for conservative treatment this time,” Troy replied.

Troy intended to undergo surgery, but he hadn’t expected Imogen and Erik to become a couple suddenly.

If he went through the surgery and spent half a month in the hospital, Imogen and Erik might have accomplished everything he didn’t want them to while he was away.

Adam looked slightly surprised but then said, “That’s fine. Conservative treatment is also an option. Furthermore, gastric bypass surgery isn’t ideal considering your age.”

Troy returned to Galaxy Villa from the hospital and discovered Imogen had already left. Troy returned to Galaxy Villa from the hospital and discovered Imogen had already left. She escaped and left a note for Troy: [Did you think I’d obediently stay at home? You fool!]

She had drawn a round, silly egg on the message.

Troy imagined Imogen’s triumphant expression as she drew the silly egg. A hint of a smile flickered in his eyes. But his expression instantly turned grim when he thought about her initiating the hot spring date with Erik.

On the other hand, Imogen lay on her bed at home. She was checking the works and reviews of past students from the photography courses she was considering.

going through the photos, I’ve got some ideas. It would be best to consider going for the People and Nature category. Your photos nail that blend of people and natural landscapes. They complement each other beautifully. I’ve seen a lot of your stuff, and I think adding your little

Alex’s

to enroll in Xavier’s photography course to stick

on Facebook and completed her registration. Once Xavier’s team accepted Imogen to their Facebook group, all she had to

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the month.

provided a few recorded lessons before the live classes started. Imogen briefly went through them, finding them to

comment: [I remember Xavier had offline classes in Jubilian City last time. Why is it only online this time?]

me to focus. But then they suddenly canceled the offline sessions!] Someone else teased: [Are you more focused on

whimper: [Wah, you caught me! But Xavier is handsome! I wish he could be my nude model!]

has to leave Jubilian City for a while. So, we canceled the offline

[Alright.]

ex–student messaged: [I was too busy staring at Xavier’s beauty in the offline classes the last time I joined. But I promise

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picture and raised an eyebrow. Xavier seemed like a handsome

Imogen felt like she had seen him somewhere before. She searched her memory

onto the bed and nuzzled

Mochi’s little head, a sudden realization hit

had seemed familiar. It was because his eyebrows and eyes bore

all handsome in their own right. They also shared a standard

had a gentler appearance, like the kind–hearted male lead in some novels.

striking features, especially in his eyebrows and

had seen photos of Thomas, who resembled Leo

likely came

knew very little about, appeared mysterious

Troy himself did not know what his mother looked like.

circulated that Thomas had brought Troy home from elsewhere. Neither Henry nor Aaron had seen Troy’s

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except for sharper facial contours. Their eyebrows and eyes bore a striking

successful, but the supplier still needed to pay. Erik was still taking the

three past six in the evening, he got off the bus near his apartment and walked

sky was growing dark, and only a few pedestrians were on

screaming for help. “Help! Somebody, please help! Help!”

the cries for help, which seemed to be coming from the