Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 134

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Chapter 134 Plan B

Troy looked at the head of the industrial park.

The head of the industrial park immediately straightened up and agreed, “I agree with Mr. Fox’s

approach. Let’s reduce the public pressure first and then mediate privately. It’s just a matter of

compensating some money. If you let him continue to make trouble like this, it would be extremely

detrimental to the company.”

Troy leaned against the back of the sofa, his right hand resting on the armrest and his fingers lightly

tapping in a rhythmic pattern. “The situation is still escalating. At this time, there must be reporters

waiting at the Ma River’s home. If we went to settle privately now, it would only make people think that

we are guilty. Moreover, the administrative review results have not come out yet. Let’s wait a bit longer.”

Mr. Fox disagreed with Troy’s idea, “The company has been plagued by negative news recently, and

the stock price has been consistently falling. It has made shareholders very unhappy.. Regardless of

the result of the administrative review, even if it’s the fault of the deceased, it would be a good deed to

compensate the deceased’s family. It can save the company’s reputation.”

“I remember that Mr. Fox used to be full of spirit. The size of the industrial park today is thanks to Mr.

Fox’s hard work. Sitting in the office for a long time, how did you become so hesitant and fearful?”

Mr. Fox. “…”

“The reporters have targeted the Marshall Group. Do you think privately compensating will reverse

public opinion? If there were similar incidents in the future, would we still settle privately? The Marshall

Group is not accustomed to being taken advantage of. If it were really our responsibility, we should

actively compensate. If it were not our problem, the Marshall Group wouldn’t suffer this.”

The head of the industrial park glanced at Mr. Fox.

Seeing Troy’s insistence, Mr. Fox sighed and looked at the head of the industrial park. “Do as Mr.

Marshall says. There are reporters waiting downstairs. Be cautious with your words, not too arrogant,

and not too humble. Follow the police’s instructions on everything!”

The head of the industrial park calmed down. “I understand.”

At that moment, someone knocked on the door.

“Mr. Marshall.”

It was Lane’s voice.

“Come in.

“Mr. Marshall, Mr. Cross’s secretary has responded. She will meet us at Elysium at 7 pm.” Public

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opinion and compensation for the deceased’s family were small matters. What Troy was really

concerned about was the possibility of trouble from higher authorities.

“I understand.”

Mr. Fox smiled. “In recent years, the industrial park has attracted more and more investment. Mr. Cross

was reliable as always.”

As soon as the fire happened, he immediately halted production in the industrial park and waited for the

relevant departments to investigate.

Since they had already ruled out safety hazards it would be better to restore order sooner.

Delaying it for one moře day would cost a lot of money.

“All thanks to Mr. Marshall and Mr. Fox’s capable management.” The head of the industrial park smiled

and said.

Two days later, the industrial park began to resume work.

“Mr. Marshall, are we not going back yet?” Lane asked.

Even though Mr. Marshall could have returned home yesterday, he insisted on staying here for one

more day. She didn’t know why.

Troy glanced at the date on the phone screen and fell silent.

After the company’s fire incident, he once again experienced the frenzy of public opinion.

People on the internet followed blindly, even with evidence against them.

So, how helpless and desperate must Imogen feel?

Was the compensation he gave her too late?

Did she Watch the interview?

What was she thinking? Would she still choose to divorce him?

“Book a flight for me.”

Wednesday evening.

Imogen returned home after work and saw a pair of handmade men’s leather shoes and a black

windbreaker on the coat rack at the entrance.

She blinked in surprise. He’s back?

“Finished work?”

Imogen looked up and saw Troy sitting on the sofa in the living room, leaning against the back of the

sofa, legs crossed, his gaze fixed on her.

“Yeah. Is your matter settled?” Imogen regained her composure and continued changing her shoes.

“It’s almost done. I’ve left the rest to others.”

Imogen walked into the living room wearing slippers. Troy poured a glass of water and placed it on the

edge of the coffee table, casually saying, “Did you watch the interview video that day?” “I did.” Imogen

sat down on the sofa and took a sip of water.

Troy paused, seemingly surprised by Imogen’s brief response. He tentatively asked, “Do you have any

thoughts?”

Looking at him, Imogen replied with just two words, “I don’t.”

Troy’s eyes darkened.

“When should we go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce certificate?”

Troy stiffened and his gaze fixed on Imogen. After a moment, he spoke slowly, “Are you still determined

to divorce?

“Yes.

“We have already made our relationship public.

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“Who said being public means we can’t get divorced?

“Why?

“Didn’t I already tell you last time?

“Because of Liam, right? Because he sacrificed his own career, fought for you, attracted the

attention of netizens for you, and played that recording for you?

Frowning, Imogen looked at him with confusion. “What do you mean? Liam fought for me? What

recording?

“It’s nothing.” Troy turned his gaze. away and shook his head. “So, what’s the reason for you wanting a

divorce?

“I just don’t want to live with you anymore. You can fulfill your promise to Sarah, and I can live plain and

simple life. Is that not okay?

“So, it’s because of Sarah? What do you want me to do? I’ll do it.

“Don’t you always want to be with her? I’ll make it happen for you.

“Fine, if you didn’t like her, I would send her abroad. She won’t be able to affect us anymore. How

about that?”

Seeing Troy unaffected by his own words, Imogen stood up, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes.

“Troy, please stop deluding yourself. No matter what you do, I will still insist on getting a divorce!”

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After speaking, she turned and walked up the stairs.

“Imogen, don’t go!”

Troy hugged her from behind, his arms tightly wrapped around her waist, his warm breath brushed

against the back of her neck as he pleaded softly, “Give me another chance, please…”

Don’t be so cruel!

Just when he realized that he had fallen in love with her and couldn’t live without her, she wanted a

divorce.

“Troy, I have given you plenty of chances, but you never seized any of them.”

Imogen lowered her eyes. “It’s not that I gave up on you. It’s that you never chose me from the

start.”

She was always just a Plan B.

Even this time, Troy only stepped forward to clarify things when her personal information was exposed,

and the situation got out of control.

Imogen thought of the Black Forest cake from the beginning.

It represented his casual indifference and her pure and innocent love.

Like the seventeen–year–old girl’s emotions, that cake was both bitter and sweet.

-If she had known back then that the cake was something Sarah didn’t want, she wouldn’t have

accepted it, nor would she have let herself fall for the bitter chocolate.

Just like her marriage, it seemed glamorous on the surface, but after eagerly taking a bite, it was

incredibly bitter.

From the beginning, she was destined to be Troy’s second choice, destined for this marriage to always

make way for Sarah.

Chapter 134 Plan B

But she didn’t realize that she, too, had been deceived by the exquisite packaging of the chocolate.

Now she understood. She still liked sweetness, sweet candy. The kind of simple and plain fruit. candies

sold in the village shop for one cent each, but they were sweet to the core.

In front of her now was a beautifully packaged candy offered by Troy, and she knew that inside was

bitter chocolate.

“I only want this one chance.”

Troy, who had always been cold and proud, humbly pleaded, “Imogen, let me make it up to you.

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Imogen stood still, eventually pushing away his hands, and went upstairs without looking back.

This sweet fruit candy was ultimately discarded.

Troy’s embrace was empty, his gaze fixated on her determined figure, feeling a void in his heart.

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