Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 393



Chapter 393

Chapter 393 She Went Soft on Troy

Unexpectedly, the person who answered the phone was Lane. He said, “Sorry, Ms. Forbes, Mr. Marshall is in a meeting. If you have anything, you can tell me and I will convey it to him after the meeting.”

“I… It’s not something important. Just let him do his work first. I’ll hang up.”

There was a beeping sound from the phone. Lane took a glance at Troy behind the desk, then put the phone back on the table.

“What did she say?” Troy asked, lowering his eyes.

“Ms. Forbes just said to let you do your work first.” A trace of frustration flashed in Lane’s eyes.

Troy thought, “She must be scared to be alone at home.”

He picked up the phone and dialed Aunt Mary’s number.

Having ended the call, Imogen hugged her phone and sighed.

She almost forgot that Troy was still the chairman of the Marshall Group and was so busy with affairs that he couldn’t always be around her.

When it came to work, Imogen thought that she still had some pictures that she had not finished editing, so she took out her notebook and started work. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

This group of photos was taken by private appointment. The customer liked her photography style, giving her a lot of autonomy in the pictures, so Imogen was able to edit the pictures with ease and

quickly became immersed in her work.

Halfway through the editing, she remembered that her bag had been found but all the bank cards in it were missing.

She immediately called various banks to report the loss. After that, she continued to edit the pictures.

The sudden sound of the doorbell startled Imogen.

Coming to the door, she opened the door lock screen, and asked, “Who is it?”

“Imogen, it’s me!” A childish voice came from outside.

The electronic screen also showed the scene outside the door, where Grace and Aunt Mary were standing.

Today was Saturday, and school was off.

Imogen opened the door reassuringly.

Grace walked in as if she were returning to her own home, “Imogen, I’m here to play with you.”

Looking at Grace’s eyes looking for the cat, Imogen snorted, “You want to play with me? I think you want to play with Mochi, right?”

In a few months, Mochi had grown into a big cat, with big and round eyes, and the fur all over its body was soft and fluffy, making it very comfortable to hold.

Grace chuckled without blushing, “I came to play with you and Mochi.”

As she said this, she directly walked towards the cat climbing frame.

Aunt Mary asked, “Mrs. Marshall, have you had breakfast?”

“Yes. I just ordered takeout.”

Aunt Mary carefully observed Imogen’s expression. Seeing that she looked as usual. she wondered

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and she didn’t seem to be quarreling.

Then why did Mr. Marshall ask her to bring Grace over to accompany her, but not let Grace tell her, insisting that it was Grace who wanted to come?

Accompanied by Grace and Aunt Mary, Imogen felt relieved and calmed down to continue. working.

Imogen didn’t go out for all day.

Aunt Mary cooked dinner here for Imogen. When Aunt Mary called Imogen to have dinner, she looked at the sky outside, only to find that it was already dark and the lights were starting to turn

1. on.

It was seven o’clock, but Troy hadn’t come yet.

“Was he still busy?” Imogen wondering.

After dinner, Grace played here for a few more hours. At around ten o’clock, she was sleepy and yawning.

Aunt Mary wanted to take her away, but Grace didn’t want to leave and badgered Imogen to sleep with her and of course Imogen agreed.

Even if Grace couldn’t protect Imogen in danger and even asked Imogen to protect her in turn, she just felt at ease with someone by her side.

Grace went to bed first, and Imogen made a call to Troy while she was washing up.

The ringing tone continued until it hung up automatically with no response.

He might be busy. Putting away her phone, Imogen wiped the water droplets off her face, applied skin care products, and went back to sleep.

After spending two days at home, Charlie returned from a business trip.

“Charlie, great, you are finally back…” Imogen felt as if she had seen a savior.

She hadn’t felt this way before, but after this time, she found herself living alone on the big flat floor, which was deserted and scary.

“Imogen, what’s wrong? Why did you suddenly welcome me so much?” Charlie pushed her suitcase into the corner.

Imogen briefly told Charlie about her own experience. Charlie opened her mouth so wide that she could swallow an egg.

She never expected that so many things would happen in the past few days when she was not at home.

After saying a few words of comfort, Charlie confided. “Well, it’s pretty good to see Troy like this…”

After all, Troy saved Alex last time and he also helped Charlie, so Charlie changed his view of him.

Imogen lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, “Charlie, I might not be able to leave…”

She had previously established a foundation and told Charlie that she wanted to leave here and settle elsewhere.

Imogen has forgiven Troy and swooned over him.”

Charlie sighed. She had already known from the very beginning when Troy used Grace to retain Imogen, sooner or later such a day would come.

Chapter 393 She Went Soft on Troy

What’s more, Imogen had liked Troy for so many years.

“Imogen, whatever you decide, as long as you are happy, I will always be on your side.”

“Charlie, you are so kind to me.” Imogen hugged Charlie gratefully.

She was lucky to have such a tolerant friend who would always support her.

Now that Imogen has decided to stay, she plans to run the foundation seriously.

Finally, she dared to go out but she still hired bodyguards for herself and followed her each inch of the way.

As soon as she arrived at the office building, Imogen noticed that there were many more security. personnel, probably owing to her kidnapping.

After getting home from work, Imogen found that Charlie had already prepared dinner. When she came back, Charlie sat down at the table, “… I saw some spaghetti frozen in the refrigerator, so I cooked them.”

Imogen found that they were the spaghetti made by Troy last time, which had lots of meat paste. and was extremely tasty.

Charlie took a taste and the spaghetti was so hot that she couldn’t help but breathe out, “Huh… it tastes pretty good. Did you make it, Imogen?”

“No, it’s Troy.”

Imogen thought of that person again.

She called him again on Sunday, and the person who answered the phone was still his secretary, saying that Troy was on a business trip and was busy with work recently.

Despite understanding it, Imogen couldn’t help feeling disappointed.

Even if he was very busy at work, didn’t he have a few minutes to call her back?

When he came back, she would settle the score with him!

Thoughts flashed through Imogen’s mind. She smiled unconsciously as she thought of something. She had been so cowardly these days, but she dared to say harsh words to Troy because she knew that he would tolerate her as well as her little temper.

“It is so sweet,” Charlie curled her lips and complained.

A woman who fell in love smiled with joy on her face, huh?

Charlie could not help but think of Chad. She did not know what methods he used to become her blind date last time.

She didn’t know what kind of witchcraft had been given to her father recently. Her father kept saying good things about Chad in front of her and trying to bring them together.

There was no way she would agree to it anyway.

Imogen’s vacation was over and she continued to film on set.

After the director shouted for approval, the assistant came forward with Imogen’s mobile phone, “Mr. Forbes, someone called you, claiming to be Police Officer Vincent Kingsley…”

Vincent was the police captain who went to the village to rescue Imogen.

Imogen took the phone, looked at the number, and called back.

“Ms. Forbes, I am police officer Vincent Kingsley and Blake has been arrested and brought to justice.”

Chapter 194 The Mastermind Behind the Scenes


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