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Chapter 380.1 Troy Is Just a Playboy (1)

In the morning, when Troy got up, Imogen was sleeping soundly.

Aunt Mary was packing Grace’s toys and when she saw Troy coming out of the guest room, she

thought he was taking care of Imogen until midnight. After Imogen stopped burning, he went to the

guest room to sleep for a while.

Troy told Aunt Mary, “Today, someone will come and dispose of the sheets, bedclothes, and mattress in

my room.”

Aunt Mary showed a puzzled face, but before she could say something, Troy explained in a subtle way,

“The drink is sprinkled on top, making it soak.”

“Okay, sir.” Aunt Mary responded and decided to have the sheets, bedclothes, and mattress

cleaned by someone else, and then take them home for her own use.

Those are made of good materials and expensive. What a waste of things to throw away.

Troy was filthy rich. Some things were still good but he wanted to throw them away, so Aunt Mary took

them all back home like picking up the rags.

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“Besides, there’s no need to call her for breakfast. Let her sleep a little longer.”

“Okay.” Aunt Mary nodded. She had to sleep more if she had a cold or fever. Even if Mr. Marshall didn’t

ask her, she wouldn’t wake Mrs. Marshall up.

Grace didn’t have class this weekend. When she got up, Aunt Mary was preparing breakfast in the

kitchen.

She went to the bathroom to wash up alone. And then dabbing face cream, she came out, walked to

Troy, and asked, “Troy, has your suitcase been delivered?”

Troy’s mouth twitched.

In fact, his suitcase had been in the trunk of the car. After Troy got out of the car with Imogen in his

arms, the driver forgot to help bring it up.

“It’s delivered. It’s already downstairs. Troy will go get it now.”

“Great.”

Troy took the key, went out, and took the elevator directly to the underground garage.

As soon as Grace finished dabbing the face cream, she heard the doorbell ring.

Grace got off the sofa and trotted to the door. She poked the door a few times with her fingers, and the

electronic screen showed who was coming from outside.

It was a secretary of Troy who came.

Grace had been to the company, and the secretaries in the board of directors‘ office get along well with

her. She knew this secretary, so she opened the door and said, “Brother, are you here to see Troy?”

The secretary smiled and said, “Yes, the chairman asked me to send me a set of women’s clothes.

Where is your Uncle Troy?”

Women’s clothes?

Grace said, “Troy is out, would you like to sit down and have a glass of water?”

“No, thanks.” The secretary put the paper bag containing clothes on the sofa, “I put the clothes here.

When your uncle Troy comes back, Grace remembers to tell him.”

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Chapter 380.1 Troy Is Just a Playboy (1)

“Okay.”

As soon as the secretary left, Grace came to the edge of the sofa and stared at the women’s clothes in

the paper bag, her big eyes rolling.

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Why did Troy ask his secretary to send over a set of women’s clothes? There are no other women at

home.

Could it be a gift for her? Troy went down and his secretary came up. They just missed each

other?

Grace couldn’t help but take it out. It looked like the clothes were not hers.

Did you buy it for Imogen?

She will go to play with Imogen with Troy later.

Grace put the clothes back to their original places and suddenly wanted to make a video call with

Imogen.

She didn’t know if Troy brought his cell phone when he came downstairs just now.

Grace was about to go take a look at the master bedroom. Aunt Mary, who had prepared breakfast,

came out of the kitchen with a small bowl. Thinking of Troy’s instructions, she was afraid that Grace

would disturb Imogen’s rest, so she asked, “Grace, what are you doing?”

Grace turned around and said, “I’m looking for Troy’s cell phone.”

“Can you go to that guest room and see if it’s there? Your Uncle Troy slept there last night.”

A trace of doubt flashed across Grace’s face, but she didn’t ask any more questions and turned.

towards the guest room.

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