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Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 109

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Chapter 109

Chapter 109 Relationship Crisis

At eleven o’clock, Troy came back from outside, and the two of them had lunch at home.

The driver sent them to the airport, where the secretaries were already waiting.

This time, Troy brought four secretaries with him.

Except for Lane, the other three didn’t know their relationship.

But perhaps Lane had informed them in advance, as the three secretaries greeted Imogen calmly, without any surprise on their faces, as if Imogen was also on a business trip.

After checking in, they waited in the VIP lounge.

Troy sat down on the sofa, and immediately, a staff member brought him coffee.

Imogen chose a sofa facing the French window, where she could see several planes parked outside with just a turn of her head.

As she turned her head, she saw Troy holding a finance magazine and reading it attentively.

As for passengers around her, they were either reading magazines or books or working on their phones.

It was quiet.

At this moment, Imogen’s phone vibrated twice.

Troy looked up and met her

gaze.

Imogen smiled apologetically and switched the vibration to silent mode.

It was a Facebook message from Liam.

Liam: [Any plans for the holiday?]

Imogen: [Yes, I’m at the airport now.]

Liam: [Where are you going?]

Imogen: [Paris.]

Liam: [How long will you stay?]

Imogen: [About a week.]

Liam: [That’s nice. We only have three days off, and after three days, we have to start shooting. And during these three days, I can’t just relax. I still have to attend some engagements.] Imogen: [Well, that’s tough for you.]

The two of them chatted on the phone back and forth.

Liam: [How is your relationship with your boyfriend… How’s it going? Last time, you said you were about to break up…]

Imogen looked up at Troy and replied It’s okay, we haven’t broken up yet. I’m still observing.]

At that moment, a figure walked towards Troy. “Mr. Marshall? What a coincidence. Where are you heading?”

Imogen looked up. It was a middle–aged man in a suit who could tell that he used to be handsome in his youth.

Troy put down the magazine in his hand and shook hands with the man. “I’m going to Paris.”

“What a coincidence. I also have some business to attend to in Paris.”

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After speaking, the man turned his gaze toward Imogen and asked, “This should be Ms. Forbes, right?”

Imogen heard the man mention her, and she nodded respectfully. “And

you are?”

The middle–aged man stared at Imogen for a long time and replied, “My surname is Page. Sarah Page is my daughter.”

“Ah, so you are Mr. Page. Sorry, I didn’t recognize you,” Imogen raised her eyebrows and spoke respectfully.

“No need for apologies.” Bill waved his hand.

Bill exchanged a few words with Troy. During the conversation, his gaze kept drifting toward Imogen.

It was time to board the plane.

They were in first class.

Imogen had a window seat, with Troy sitting next to her.

Just as she settled into her seat, a voice came from the aisle, “Mr. Marshall, we meet again.”

Bill glanced at Imogen and sat down in the seat in front of Troy.

After more than ten hours, the plane landed at Paris airport.

Bill said goodbye to Troy and Imogen.

Watching his figure, Imogen murmured softly in Troy’s ear, “Do you think he’s here to monitor

us?”

Anyway, Imogen always felt that Bill was a bit strange.

“No need to pay attention to him.”

The secretaries collected their luggage.

A car from the overseas branch was sent to pick up Troy and Imogen and take them to their accommodation.

After arriving, Imogen belatedly asked, “Are we not staying at a hotel?”

“The secretaries will stay at a hotel. We will stay here,” said Troy.

It was a villa district with a small and exquisite standalone building.

The landscaping was also well done.

Imogen was somewhat surprised as she looked at this luxurious villa.

Seeing Imogen staring at the villa, Troy raised an eyebrow and asked, “Do you like it?”

Imogen nodded. “It’s very beautiful.”

Troy said, “If you like it, come here more often.”

“Uh…huh?”

Imogen’s response was too short. Troy raised an eyebrow and asked, “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to come?”

“No, it’s just… Did you buy this house?”

“Yes, I come here for business trips often, and it’s not convenient to stay in hotels.”

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Imogen nodded with understanding and said softly, “When you come to see Ms. Page every year, do you also stay here?”

Troy’s face froze. He reached out and grabbed Imogen’s hand. “I stay here, and she has never been

here.”

“Why are you so anxious to explain?”

Troy had nothing to say.

Seeing this, Imogen smiled brightly. “So, when Ms. Page comes to find you, you won’t let her in either?”

Troy fell silent and changed the subject. “Let’s unpack first.”

Watching his expression, Imogen teased him with a smile.

Before, whenever she heard about him being with Sarah, she would be filled with sadness. She didn’t know since when she could even make jokes about him and Sarah.

There was a housekeeper in the villa who helped them unpack their luggage.

Imogen toured the villa upstairs and downstairs and saw Troy sitting on a single sofa on the other side, peeling an apple.

The apple skin was peeled off in one long strip.

Troy handed the peeled apple to Imogen. “Try it.” |

Imogen took the apple and took a bite. “It’s delicious.”

“If it’s delicious, eat more.”

“You eat it.” Imogen gave the apple back to him and went to tidy up with the housekeeper. The villa was regularly cleaned, and the bedroom was always tidy. The bedding was freshly sun–dried and ready to use. Imogen neatly placed her clothes from the suitcase into the wardrobe.

They didn’t bring much, and after a while, the secretaries brought some daily necessities they had bought locally.

After settling in, the housekeeper prepared lunch.

Frankly speaking, the hometown food made by the housekeeper was only average in taste.

This was abroad, and they couldn’t eat local food every day.

Imogen planned to cook during their stay in Paris.

From New York City to Paris, they had to make a connecting flight, which took more than twenty hours. Even though they were in first class, such a long time on the plane was still

uncomfortable.

After finishing lunch, the two of them decided to take a stroll around the area. Along the way, they encountered various street artists that caught their attention.

On the streets, many supermarket signs were also in foreign language.

This area was probably where foreigners gathered.

On the

way, Troy received a call from his secretary and went to the branch office.”

Imogen returned to the master bedroom and rested. When she woke up, it was already evening. She turned on her phone and saw a message from Troy: [Are you awake? Let me know. I’ll send

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someone to pick you up. We’ll have dinner outside.]

Imogen replied to Troy’s message, got up, and changed into clothes suitable for the local climate.

Not long after, a secretary came to pick up Imogen by car.

Troy’s villa wasn’t far from the downtown area, a half–hour drive away.

Sitting in the car, Imogen looked out at the passing scenery and felt a bit absent–minded.

The Marshall family’s French branch was set up in Paris. It was an emerging industry and had a strong influence in Paris.

At the time, Troy had ignited the domestic internet with a French speech he made in Paris.

At that time, Imogen was just a young girl around 18 who had seen countless romantic dramas, and she was full of fantasies about love.

Now, she was already 25 years old, married to him for three years, and going through a relationship crisis.