Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson
Chapter 306.2

Chapter 306.2 Duplicity(2)

“The matter is complicated and not suitable for discussing in the car.”

Imogen hesitated, “Okay.”

She originally didn’t want to go to the

company.

There were many acquaintances there, and Imogen didn’t want them to see her walking with Troy.

But later on, after thinking about it, she divorced Troy, and they didn’t stay away from each other forever. With the Marshall family as a support, it was nothing to appear together.

It was because she was a little sensitive.

Simply, the driver drove the car into the underground garage.

Imogen and Troy took the VIP elevator directly to the floor of the chairman’s office.

The chairman’s office was one level above the president’s office, and it also avoided Imogen’s former colleagues.

These secretaries of Troy had hardly changed, and their facial expression management was very effective.

Seeing Troy and Imogen coming out of the elevator together, the secretaries on the workstation brushed their heads together and greeted politely, without taking a second glance, except for

Lane.

Lane guessed correctly.

Troy hurriedly left the company and went to see Imogen.

Troy nodded to the secretaries and said, “Bring in a cup of coffee.”

Entering the chairman’s office, Imogen first looked around and exclaimed, “Troy, the president’s office is half the size of your office! Your office is magnificent!”

Troy smiled and said, “Do you like it? If you come back to work, I’ll get you the same one, okay?” “Not very good.” Imogen sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs.

Why did she come back to work now that she had a relaxed and happy life?

Moreover, she is not resting on her laurels.

Among the photos she posted on social media, several companies purchased copyrights from her, printed postcards, illustrations, etc., which were also a source of income.

The secretary knocked on the door and came in, carrying a cup of coffee. He placed it in front of Imogen, took two steps back, and stood up straight, reminding Troy, “Mr. Marshall, the meeting will start in ten minutes…”

“Go and prepare the meeting.”

“Okay.” The secretary responded and went out.

“Are you going to have a meeting?” Imogen raised her eyes.

“Well, you sit here for a while and wait until I come back from the meeting.”

As he spoke, Troy came to the desk and took out a document for the meeting from the drawer.

“All right.”

“Don’t be formal. Do whatever makes you feel comfortable.”

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“Um,” Imogen responded.

After Troy went out, she was left alone in the office.

Imogen stood

up

and walked around.

The chairman’s office was large, with a customized desk occupying a large area and three display

screens.

On the north side, there was a row of bookshelves against the wall, containing books and valuable

ornaments.

On the east side was the reception area, with comfortable and spacious sofas and exquisite coffee tables.

At the other corners, there were fish tanks, sculptures, and famous paintings hanging on the walls.

There was a floor–to–ceiling window in the south, and there was also a side door to the west, which was an independent lounge.

Imogen had never been in it, but she knew that the lounge run by the president was just like a high–end hotel suite, with everything one needed.

She walked around the office and watched the fish swim tirelessly in the fish tank.

For a long time, suddenly, a mobile phone bell rang.

Unconsciously, Imogen reached into her pocket and touched her phone before realizing that the ringtone was not hers.

She followed the source of the sound and turned her head to replace a mobile phone lying on her desk, which had turned on the screen due to an incoming call.

It should have been put down by Troy before he went to the meeting.

Imogen turned her head back as if she hadn’t heard it.

Having seen the fish for a long time, she found a magazine on the bookshelf to read.

Not long after, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

Troy pushed in with a document and saw Imogen reading a book. “You’ve been waiting for a long time. Isn’t it a bit boring?”

“Not bad. By the way, someone called you just now,” Imogen reminded.

“Who is it?” Troy put the documents on the table and asked casually.

“I did not look that.”

Troy froze and picked up his phone with a finger.

For some reason, it was just an ordinary sentence, but it stabbed a nerve in Troy’s heart.

The sour and bitter feeling burst out in an instant, filling his heart.

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