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Of course, those rumors were true, to begin with.

However, Imogen just did not want to make it public.

“Didn’t you say that Charlene likes me? Aren’t you worried?” Troy looked deeply at Imogen.

Was she not worried about letting him spend time with Charlene? Was she not jealous at all?

“Don’t you believe that she likes you?” Imogen raised her eyebrows. “Besides, I trust you.”

Troy did not believe that Charlene liked him, which meant that he did not have any thoughts about her

and would not have anything with her.

Besides, it was better for Imogen to rest more at home since she was pregnant.

Seeing Imogen’s trusting eyes, Troy suddenly felt defeated.

He did not feel joyful from being trusted at all.

“All right…”

Since Imogen did not want to go, Troy would not force it.

“Then I will go back to work first.”

“Okay.”

Imogen went out of the office. Suddenly, her footsteps stopped.

Charlene was standing not far away, looking at her with burning eyes.

Imogen smiled faintly. “Ms. Johnson, good afternoon.”

Charlene glared at Imogen, then left with a cold snort.

After getting off work in the evening, Imogen went home first.

Charlene had booked a country food restaurant.

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“Sit.” Troy sat down and spoke.

The employees sat down around the round table in twos and threes.

It was difficult to distinguish between the host and the guest seats at the round table. Thus, the place

where Troy sat was the main seat, and Charlene and another deputy director were on his left and right.

The dishes were ordered in advance, and they were served soon after everyone was seated.

Charlene specifically asked Troy what he liked to eat on Facebook, and Troy only replied, “Anything is

fine, and ask everyone for their opinions.”

Charlene could not ask any more questions.

After working together for so many years, she and Troy had eaten at the same table many times, and

they never saw Troy preferring any dish.

He was mature and sophisticated and never showed his emotions.

Troy picked up his cutlery, and the other employees began to eat slowly.

Every department had one or two outgoing people, and the public relations department was no

exception. The dinner table quickly became lively.

Troy leaned against the back of the chair, held his wine glass, and occasionally said a few words.

Some people were like this. They could exude an accumulated intimidating aura just by sitting there.

Charlene picked up the serving spoon, picked up a spoon full of green vegetables, and put them on the

plate in front of Troy. “Mr. Marshall, do you like to eat this?”

Troy glanced at the green vegetables on the plate. Instead of answering, he just said, “Thank you. You

don’t need to take food for me.”

Speechless, Charlene put down the serving spoon.

She kept paying attention to Troy, and the vegetables on his plate remained untouched.

Charlene felt upset in her heart.

At this time, the screen of Troy’s phone on the table lit up.

The message prompt was the icon of Facebook.

Troy picked up the phone and unlocked it. Within a split second of replying to the message, Charlene

caught a glimpse of the contact name at the top of the dialog box on the screen. It was Imogen.

However, she could not see what Imogen had sent. Watching Troy typing and replying, Charlene felt

like a cat scratching her heart.

Imogen replied again. Troy smiled and continued typing.

Speaking of which, Troy seldom used Facebook. Most of the time, he just called and sent emails.

Furthermore, it was even rarer to see him glued to his phone and Facebook like he was now. Watching

Troy’s movements, Charlene suddenly thought of the interaction between Troy and Imogen. She felt

sour in her heart and could not help but clench her spoon tightly.

At this moment, the screen of Troy’s phone lit up again.

He was just about to reply when Charlene said beside him, “Mr. Marshall, I would like to offer you a

toast. Thank you for taking care of me over the years. I will do my best to contribute to Marshall

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Group in the future.”

Troy turned off the screen, put down the phone, and picked up the wine glass. “You’re too kind.”

Seeing this, the other deputy director poured a glass of wine and also toasted Troy.

The other employees of the department followed suit.

Troy drank three more cups, called a stop, and told them to stop toasting.

Halfway through, a call came in on Troy’s phone, and it was from the driver.

Troy walked unhurriedly to the corridor and picked up the call.

The driver said, “Mr. Marshall, the tire has blown out. I have already called the car repair shop and let

them handle it. Should I go back and drive another car over now?”

Troy paused and said, “You go back first. I’ll ask my wife to come over when it’s over.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up the call, Troy opened Imogen’s Facebook dialog box, and the chat history in it stayed

just now.

Imogen: [Are you going to the bar later?]

Troy did not reply and called instead.

The call was connected within two rings, and Imogen’s voice came from the speaker, “Hello, are you

outside?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t drink so much.”

Imogen already reminded him earlier on Facebook, and now she emphasized it again.

“I know.”

“Are you guys going to the bar later? When will you come back? How about I go to bed first?”

“I’ll just go sit down for a while. I won’t stay long. Just now, the driver told me the tire was blown. and I

asked him to go back first. Will you pick me up after it’s over?”

Imogen hesitated for a while, then said, “Okay. Don’t stay till too late.”

“Okay. Be careful on the road,” Troy reminded in a low voice.

After hanging up the call, Troy stood by the corridor window for a while.

A gust of cool wind blew by, blowing away the heat from his entire body.

Maybe because he drank some wine, the dizziness had started to build up. He felt a little het, so he

took off his coat and placed it above his elbow.

Charlene came out of the private room. Looking at Troy’s wide back and tall and straight figure, she

could not take her eyes off for a long time.

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