Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 107

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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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gave Imogen a glare and strode away with the documents.

Imogen looked at her back and smiled slightly.

She understood Charlene’s psychology.

Charlene had everything planned, but it only benefitted someone else in the end. Plus, that someone was her, Charlene’s archenemy. How could Charlene not be furious?

Imogen knocked on the door and entered the office.

“Mr. Marshall.”

Seeing that it was Imogen, Troy stopped what he was doing and moved his chair back a little.

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

Imogen stood at the desk and reported on her work.

After finishing, Troy said, “You decide.”

“Then, Mr. Marshall, I’ll be going out.”

“Wait,” Troy called to stop her.

What else? Imogen turned to look at him.

“Come here.”

Imogen walked over. Troy grabbed her arm, and with a pull, she sat on his lap.

Imogen was startled. She put her hands on Troy’s shoulders and said, “What are you doing? We’re in the office!”

“Nothing. I just want to hug you.” Troy smiled slightly, lowered his head, kissed Imogen’s forehead, and pecked her lips lightly.

“Mr. Marshall.” Imogen dodged.

If she went out with red and swollen lips, she would not be able to explain herself, no matter

what.

“What are you afraid of? We’re in 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 an opportunity to make it public.”

“No,” Imogen said immediately.

“Why not?” Troy’s eyes darkened.

Imogen looked up at him and said, “I don’t want to make it public now.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

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

Imogen lowered her eyes. “I just don’t want to. Let me go. I need to get to work.”

Troy sighed and said, “I’ll let you go if you call me darling.”

Imogen was speechless for a while. Then, she gritted her teeth and said, “Are you crazy? Let me go.”

“Be good.”

Troy hugged Imogen even tighter.

“Call me darling, and I’ll let you go.”

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“Troy, are you still a child?”

“Take it as I am.”

Imogen was helpless. “You’ll let me go if I call you darling?”

“Yes. I’m a man of my word.”

Imogen bit her lower lip and called out in a low voice, “Darling. Enough?”

“Louder, I didn’t hear it.”

“Troy!”

“Yeah. I’m listening.” Troy smiled.

“Darling,” Imogen called out again, with a much louder voice. “Will that do?”

“I have something to tell you.”

“Don’t change the subject. Let me go.”

“It’s something serious. The visa has been approved. We’ll leave on the 30th.”

“Okay. Can you let me go now?”

Troy finally let go of Imogen in satisfaction.

Imogen got up immediately and ran out of the office as if fleeing.

Trøy looked at Imogen’s figure with a smile.

When the message notification sounded, Troy picked up his phone and glanced at it.

[Troy, will you come and see me during October?]

It was a text from Sarah.

Troy replied: [I’m busy. Focus on shooting.]

[I miss you.]

Troy looked at the message but did not reply.

Maybe it was because Troy did not reply, and soon another text message came in. [Troy, I regret it. I shouldn’t have broken up with you back then. This is the biggest regret in my life.]

[Look ahead.]

Sarah replied again: [Troy, I really can’t do it. Whenever I close my eyes now, your face will appear in my mind. Every night I dream about you. I dreamed that we were still in our college days. Just how great would it be if time had just stopped there?]

Troy turned off the screen and did not reply.

Sarah’s phone call came in.

Troy watched it for a while, and when it was about to end automatically, he finally picked it up. Sarah’s joyful voice came from the phone immediately,

“Troy! I thought you wouldn’t answer my call.”

Troy frowned slightly and said softly, “I just want to remind you, don’t dwell on the past. Life only moves forward.”

“But Troy, I really love you. I love you so, so much. Can you come and see me?”

“All the best shooting. In the future, don’t call me again if you don’t have anything else to say.” Troy hung up.

He leaned back in the chair and closed his

eyes.

He asked himself. Did he love Imogen?

Did he love Sarah?

Everything he did was in accordance with his inner thoughts.

His heart was leaning toward Imogen. Even if it was not love, it was a kind of liking.

Otherwise, the marriage could not have lasted for three years.

Maybe he was wrong from the beginning. Maybe he really once loved Sarah.

But after the reunion, he only felt guilty toward her.

And he mistook guilt for love.

Fortunately, he figured out before the divorce.

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