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Chapter 113 Something Happened

Imogen followed Troy as they walked out of the interrogation room and crossed paths with Lucas. Troy

nodded at Lucas and patted his shoulder. “I’m leaving this to you. We’ll head back first.”

“Sure.”

Imogen nodded toward Lucas.

Imogen wasn’t familiar with Lucas, but she knew that Lucas was the top lawyer in Marshall Group

Legal Department and was well–known throughout New York City.

His

presence was likely related to handling the matters regarding leaked confidential information, and

getting her out seemed like a secondary concern.

“Let’s go.” Troy turned around and glanced at Imogen.

Imogen lowered her gaze and followed behind Troy. “Didn’t you say you would stay in Paris for two

days? How come you’re back so soon?”

Troy’s gaze was profound as he wrapped his arm around her waist and chuckled, “You’re asking me

now? Were you really planning to spend the night in there?”

Two days was just a rough estimate. Troy got on the plane once things had been taken care of. After

landing, his mobile phone was turned on, and there were missed calls and text messages from Lane,

ensuring he could see them when he got off the plane.

After learning the situation, Troy immediately asked the driver to divert to the police station, and he

contacted Lucas.

Imogen pressed her lips together. “Mr. Johnson said those things in front of so many employees. There

is nothing I can do…”

Unless she revealed their marital relationship in public.

“You’re so stubborn.” Troy criticized. “You could have called grandpa, uncle, or even Leo. They could

have ensured your release.”

In today’s situation, if it were anyone else, they would have been out and about by now. Only Imogen

would have stayed in there obediently.

She was clearly in the circle of celebrities, yet had a heart that yearned to be ordinary.

Such a status would attract attention no matter what kind of movement or action occurred.

When she first joined the company, many whispered behind her back that she had used connections to

get in. So, over these years, she had worked exceptionally hard to dispel those rumors and prove

herself.

Imogen fell silent momentarily, wanting to ask Troy how he would react if she publicly announced her

relationship with him at the company.

The words were on the tip of her tongde, but she didn’t say them.

His attitude was apparent. He blamed her for not finding someone to get her out rather than blaming

her for not publicly revealing the truth to prevent the possibility of being taken to the police station in the

first place.

Imogen changed the subject and asked, “The person who leaked the confidential information, has he

been found?”

“It’s been confirmed, don’t worry.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Having endured until this point, Imogen was already mentally exhausted. Once she was out, the

tension that had been gripping her eased instantly. She leaned against Troy’s shoulder in the car and

quickly fell asleep.

Imogen woke up in a daze after an unknown amount of time, and they had already arrived at the

Galaxy Villa.

Troy was carrying her upstairs, and when he saw her wake, he whispered soothingly, “We’re home

now. You can sleep on the bed.”

“Okay…”

Imogen murmured with a soft sound from her throat. She closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep.

Troy pushed open the door of the master bedroom, carefully placed Imogen on the bed, gently

removed her clothes, and covered her with a blanket.

The entire process was extremely slow. Troy was cautious not to startle Imogen awake.

Troy canfe to the dressing table and observed the bottles and containers on top of it. He located a

bottle of makeup remover, dampened a few cotton pads, and gently removed the makeup for Imogen.

Probably because the makeup remover was a bit cold, when it touched Imogen’s skin, she couldn’t

help frowning and waved her hand to brush it away.

Troy pressed her hand back down and held the makeup remover pad, gently wiping it across Imogen’s

face.

Imogen unconsciously tilted her head to avoid it.

Troy had no choice but to free up one hand and gripped Imogen’s chin, painstakingly helping her

remove the makeup.

This was the first time Troy served others like this.

After removing the makeup, he sat by the edge of the bed, unable to resist leaning in to gaze at

Imogen’s face closely.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and her lashes were thick and curly.

Her skin was fair and delicate, with almost imperceptible pores unless observed up close, and there

were only a few fine, tiny hairs.

The sound of a ringing phone echoed in the room.

Troy regained his focus, immediately took out his phone from his pocket, answered the call, and upon

ensuring Imogen hadn’t been startled awake, he then left the master bedroom with an unhurried pace.

“Hello, Mr. Marshall? Mr. Marshall?”

The call was from Mr. Johnson.

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After connecting, Mr. Johnson couldn’t hear any response from the other side, making him

uneasy.

It wasn’t until he called Mr. Marshall for the third time then only he received a response from the other

side.

“Mr. Johnson, why are you calling at this hour?”

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Troy carefully closed the door of the master bedroom before responding aloud.

“It was nice that you were back, Mr. Marshall. I had heard from Lane that there was another issue in

Paris. The staff there hadn’t handled things properly and had caused quite a mess. Fortunately, your

timely intervention prevented it from escalating into a major disaster. Your presence truly made a

significant difference for the company.” Mr. Johnson always had to butter someone up before getting to

the point.

Troy smiled politely and said, “Mr. Johnson, please go ahead and speak your mind.”

Only then did Mr. Johnson explain his intentions, “The company’s confidential information had been

leaked, and I was worried. So, in a hurry, I may have offended Ms. Forbes unintentionally. I have

always been loyal to the company. If there’s any misconduct on my part, I hope Mr. Marshall can put in

a good word for me with Ms. Forbes.”

Troy had just returned home with Imogen when Mr. Johnson’s call came in. It was evident that Mr.

Johnson had been monitoring their situation closely.

If Mr. Johnson truly believed his actions were inappropriate, he should have personally called Imogen.

The fact that he called Troy’s phone instead indicated an attempt to test Troy’s stance.. Everything

would be fine if Troy didn’t take this matter to heart.

But if Troy did care about it, Mr. Johnson could also present himself well in front of Troy to avoid any

future repercussions.

“Mr. Johnson, you’re overthinking this. Your actions were entirely in the company’s interest and within

your responsibilities. You acted rightfully, and Imogen is a reasonable person. She will surely

understand you, Mr. Johnson.” Troy let out a smile.

This laugh sent chills down Mr. Johnson’s back.

Troy continued, “Understanding is one thing, but it’s clear that Ms. Forbes was upset. An apology is

due.

“Speaking of which, why did you call me, Mr. Johnson? Since you should be apologizing to Imogen.”

Mr. Johnson was stunned.

Troy’s unwillingness to heed Mr. Johnson’s words was a clear sign of his resentment toward him for

causing Imogen distress.

It wasn’t that Troy deliberately favored Imogen.

It’s just that it was clear that Imogen couldn’t have leaked the confidential information.

One reason was that she was a member of the Marshall family and had no motive for committing

the crime.

Secondly, she had no connection to the leaked project whatsoever. She was unaware of its progress

and had no contact with the collaborating companies.

Relying solely on Imogen having taken a nap in his office to accuse her of leaking confidential

information was highly unreasonable and seemed to be motivated by personal interests rather than a

fair judgment.

After an exchange of pleasantries, Troy suddenly asked, “Is Charlene adjusting well in the subsidiary

company?”

Mr. Johnson was momentarily speechless and hesitated briefly before saying, “Thank you for your

concern, Mr. Marshall. With her mature age, she should be able to adapt well.”

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After that remark, Mr. Johnson didn’t say much more. He exchanged brief greetings and then. hung up

the phone.

Troy stared at the phone screen, his eyes deep and inscrutable.

Mr. Johnson and Charlene were close relatives, both holding positions of Vice President and Director,

respectively, supporting each other in their roles.

Now that Charlene has been suddenly transferred away from the headquarters, even if she had

performed well in the subsidiary company, it was difficult for her to return to the center of power with

Troy around.

This time, Mr. Johnson targeted Imogen, most likely due to his dissatisfaction with Charlene being

transferred.

Troy held onto his phone and returned to the master bedroom.

After more than 20 hours of flight, Troy was also feeling exhausted. After a quick wash, he lifted the

covers and rested on the bed.

At four o’clock in the early morning, all remained quiet and still.

Inside the room, the lighting was dim, with two faint streams of moonlight sneaking in through the gaps

in the curtains, allowing a vague view of the scene within.

On the large bed, two silhouettes lay, and the sound of their steady breathing filled the air.

Right at that moment, the sound of a ringing phone suddenly pierced the silence of the night, especially

clear and distinct in the stillness.

Troy opened his eyes, raised his hand to turn on the bedside lamp, sat up, and picked up his phone to

glance at the screen. He pressed the answer button, and, after leaving the master bedroom, he finally

spoke, “What’s the matter?”

Given Lane’s personality, he wouldn’t have disturbed Troy’s rest at this hour unless it was something

significant.

The voice of Lane on the other end of the phone sounded serious, “Mr. Marshall, something

happened…”

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