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Chapter 333,1 Are You Going to Film? (1)

Chapter 333.1 Are You Going to Film? (1)

She leaned against the door and breathed a sigh of relief. When she opened her eyes, she saw Troy

standing in the center of the room, his hair scattered, his body naked, and his distinct abdominal

muscles extending downwards, disappearing under the bath towel.

The bath towel around his lower body was pink, one of Imogen’s bath towels. His skin was already

delicate, paired with a pink color that didn’t go against him, but instead appeared even more delicate.

After this year, Troy would be thirty years old.

He had handsome facial features and a superior bone appearance. Time had left no trace on him, and

he still looked young and powerful.

Imogen’s ears felt hot, and she quickly looked away. “What are you doing standing for? Why don’t you

go take a shower?”

Troy smiled. “Okay. By the way, didn’t you say she was asleep?”

“Can’t she wake up halfway?” Imogen glared at him and thought, “Why he had so many questions?!”

“She can.”

Troy smiled and went to the bathroom.

Imogen breathed a sigh of relief and sat down by the bed.

Listening to the pattering water in the bathroom, she was in a state of confusion and didn’t know what

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to do. She picked up the script and flipped through two pages at will.

She had clearly decided not to be deceived by Troy anymore and not to have close interactions with

him, but…

Imogen lay back on the bed, wailing silently.

She seemed to have fallen into a net called Troy and couldn’t crawl out.

And she seemed to have encountered a maze and had been spinning in place.

Suddenly, Charlie’s voice sounded outside. “Imogen, the water has burned out. Do you want to drink

it?”

Imogen was about to say no, but then she thought of something and changed her mind again. “Leave

me a drink.”

After Charlie returned to her room, Imogen went out and went to the kitchen to get a glass of

water.

In a moment, Troy came out of the bathroom. His hair was still dripping with water, and there was only

a towel all over his body.

The water droplets left on his body or dripping from his hair were crystal clear, sling down his delicate

skin and sturdy muscles slowly.

Imogen glanced up at him, then lowered her head again, pretending to read the script. “You can drink

some water.”

“Okay.”

Troy nodded, walked over, and picked up the glass.

The room was quiet, with a particularly pronounced swallowing sound.

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Imogen saw his Adam’s apple rolling up and down, and a trail of water overflowed from his mouth,

running across his neck and into his collarbone.

She turned her gaze away and put the script aside. “You call your secretary to deliver your clothes…

And ask him to bring some food when he comes.”

Just pretend that Imogen ordered takeout, and if Charlie asked about it, she would have an

explanation.

Troy paused and put down his water glass. “My phone is wet, and I can’t turn it on. Can you lend me

your phone?”

Imogen opened the phone and handed it to him.

Troy stepped forward and took the phone.

The mature male body suddenly zoomed in, so Imogen looked away.

Troy dialled Lane’s phone number.

A few seconds later, the call was connected, and Lane said, “Hello? Ms. Forbes?”

No one spoke on the other end of the phone.

Lane was puzzled and said, “Hello? Hello? Ms. Forbes? What’s up?”

There was still no one speaking on the other end of the phone.

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About ten seconds later, a female voice faintly came from the other end of the microphone. “Didn’t

anyone answer?”

Lane was confused.

Didn’t he answer it?

“Well, no one answered.” The male voice was clearer, as if he was holding a mobile phone. After

speaking, his fingers flashed faintly and quickly on the screen.

The call was hung up.

Lane listened to the beeping sound in the microphone and stared at the screen of the phone. He

seemed to have heard Troy’s voice.

Lane immediately understood something and sent a message to the secretary group. [If Ms. Forbes is

calling you, don’t answer!]