Author: BTMBeta

Chapter 21: Mixed Feelings

The driver glanced at Troy through the rearview mirror and then watched him as he gazed out of the window.

“Isn’t she the ‘madam‘?” he questioned.

“Who is the man beside her?” he inquired further.

The man, wearing a cap and a mask, attracted attention as he entered the studio surrounded by a crowd. It seems like that man has a good rapport with the boss. In a hushed tone, the driver informed, “Sir, Sarah is not here.” Troy me esponded with a thoughtful sound, “hmm.”

The drive was uncertain about what he wanted to say. “Troy instructed them to drive the car to the studio’s entrance,” the driver relayed. Did she notice them when he pulled up to the studio’s door? Despite his reservations, the driver complied with Troy’s request and drove the car to the studio’s entrance. Liam raised his chin and inquired, “Is that your Troy?” When Imogen followed his gaze, she saw a black Cayenne parked at the building’s entrance. The license plate number was the one Troy used. Sarah stood by the car. Troy intentionally got out of the car and had a conversation with Sarah, leaving her unaware of the details. Sarah responded with a joyful smile. Subsequently, Troy turned and opened the car door for Sarah from the other side. As she got in, he moved to the back seat. The driver departed. He went out of his way to pick up Sarah. Imogen’s heart was filled with profound sadness and bitterness. Liam, however, seemed disinterested. “Recently, my agency has been working on a play. People say that Sarah has already been hired to play the female role. The project is being funded by Star Entertainment Investment, a branch of Marshall Group of Companies. Troy has been providing generous financial support to his girlfriend. I heard that Xena originally had McKesson’s backing.” Imogen–forced a smile, her hands clenched tightly in her sleeves, leaving crescent–shaped marks on her palms from her nails. She felt choked up, realizing how much Troy had done for Sarah. “Imogen, Liam, you’re both here,” Alex said, surprised to see them. “Are you also here for an event?” “Yes, it’s been a while since we met How about we treat you to something to eat? Would you like to join us?” Liam offered. Alex grinned and replied, “Absolutely. I wouldn’t miss this chance for a free meal.” “Let’s head to the car then,” Liam suggested. At the restaurant, Alex perused the menu and raised an eyebrow at Liam, asking if he minded Alex ordering something. “Order whatever you want; I’ll cover the bill,” Liam said with a smile. Liam handed Imogen a menu and said, “Imogen, feel free to order too. Don’t worry about the ses.” Imogen ordered a few of her favorite dishes from the menu. Liam glanced at her choices and asked, “Is that all you’re getting? I remember you liked the durian dessert here. Why not order it?” During their conversation, Liam added the durian pie to the order. Alex looked at them and joked, “You have an exceptional memory. Do you remember my favorite dishes?” Liam chuckled and replied, “I’ll be sure to remember them next time.” The food was served in due course.

At one point, Liam excused himself to visit the bathroom. also As soon as he left, Alex approached Imogen and whispered, “Are you two getting close?” Imogen shook her head and asked, “What are you thinking? How could that we’re in a close relationship?” “Why? That’s just what my eyes tell me.” “You’re mistaken.” you assume Alex dropped the subject when Imogen showed disinterest and sighed, “Imogen, you must have suitors at the company, right? Not a single one? How about I set you up with someone?” “I’m already seeing someone.” People at the company tried to get close to Imogen. And even before that, there was a man who seemed to be following her everywhere she went. Imogen had made up the story of having a boyfriend to avoid trouble. Alex laughed, not buying her explanation. “You can lie to others, but not to me. Why don’t you show us your boyfriend if he exists?” Imogen looked down and replied, “I’m not lying to you. If I get the chance, I’ll introduce you to him.” She had planned to tell her friends about her relationship with Troy and the possibility of getting married, but that plan was no longer viable. Seeing Imogen’s behavior, Alex doubted if she actually had a boyfriend. Why hasn’t he ever seen him, even if he is in a different place? Could he be a well–known person? When Liam returned from the bathroom, Imogen also excused herself to use the restroom. As she wall ick, she heard someone calling her name in the hallway. Turning around, she greeted the person with a small smile, “Mr. Cedric.” “It’s really you, Imogen. Are you also dining here? Your older brother is in the private box. Would you like to go say hi?” Cedric pointed towards the private box. Imogen took a quick glance, recalling what had happened at the studio’s entrance. She spotted Troy but not Sarah.
Before she could decide what to do, Cedric was already heading towards the private box. Imogen had no choice but to follow, taking deep breaths to stay composed. After all, Cedric was the one who invited her; there was no need to worry. Why would she be afraid of not following Troy and his team? As Cedric opened the door to the private box, the atmosphere inside was lively. Imogen stood at the entrance, observing the scene. Troy was seated on the sofa’s center, with Sarah right next to him. They seemed to be in their own world, detached from everyone else. Troy turned his head slightly towards Sarah, a soft smile gracing his face as he listened to her whispering in his ear. Sarah affectionately took his arm and planted a kiss on his cheek, displaying an intimate closeness. Troy appeared speechless. And then, Cedric’s voice echoed from the door, “Troy, do you know who’s here?”

Chapter 20: Her Beloved

Imogen looked at the phone on the ground and stood straight for a while before slowly crouching down to pick it up.
Imogen did not want to seek shame anymore.
From the beginning, Troy’s heart was biased; he always only turned towards Sarah.
Yesterday ident, as long as Troy wanted, he could send someone to investigate and know the truth. However, he believes more in what Sarah said.
Is the first lover the most unforgettable for a man?
“Director Forbes, Ms. Charlie, and Alex are still waiting for you in the lounge.”
The assistant saw Imogen standing in a daze and cautiously walked over to remind her.
“Okay, I see.” Imogen immediately adjusted her emotions and strode towards the lounge
“How’s it going? What did Mr.Marshall say? “Charlie immediately asked when she saw Imogen come in.
Alex raised his head and expected.

Imogen shook her head.
Alex sighed.
“So next …”
“I will communicate with them to see if we can make minor adjustments and borrow some props. Alex, you will need to watch more in the later stage. I have some ideas now, and I will send you a sample image when I return tonight, “Imogen said. “Sure”
Imogen returned to the dressing room and communicated with Sarah’s team again, making minor adjustments based on the existing makeup.
Imogen had already been a bit impatient in her heart, but she was in charge of McKesson and had to take responsibility for her own work.
If the endorsement effect is not good, Imogen will definitely be affected as the in charge of McKesson.
person
For Sarah, the impact will be even more significant.
Last time–Sarah and Troy were photographed while Sarah was confirmed as the spokesperson for McKesson. Although fans looked harmonious, in reality, there was a bloody scene.
As a popular new star, Xena has a large number of fans. After her endorsement was snatched, Xena accepted Imogen’s compensation on her side but privately guided her fans to complain about Xena. They even made trouble in the comment areas under
Sarah’s Instagram account.
If the endorsement advertisement is not ideal, Sarah will be mocked and ridiculed then.
And this is her first endorsement after returning to New York, which is crucial.
Sarah can only choose to accept Imogen’s advice.
She final ved the problem of makeup–making. Finally, the official filming has begun.
After a busy day, the filming was finally completed.
Imogen looked up outside the window, and the sky had already darkened.
She stretched out and took the car key to the parking lot.
“Imogen”
When she arrived at the outdoor parking lot, she suddenly heard someone calling her name.
Imogen turned around and couldn’t help but smile with surprise.
“Liam! It’s been ages. What a pleasant surprise! I’ve been quite busy with work lately,” she greeted him warmly.
Liam returned her smile, his eye’s twinkling. “I thought I was mistaken, but it’s really you. I’ve been doing a magazine cover shoot these past few days. You’re leaving work so late.”
Imogen nodded, her expression reflecting the demands of her busy schedule. “Yes, the endorsement for McKesson has kept me occupied.“.
Liam raised an eyebrow playfully. “Ah, the famous McKesson endorsement. I’ve seen it in the news. How’s it going?”
“We’ve had our challenges, but we managed to wrap up the shoot today,” she replied her tone a mix of pride and exhaustion. “My, uh, workload has been too high recently. I just need to take a break in the next few days. Let’s go. I’m fine today. Please have a meal with me; we haven’t seen each other for a long time.”
Imogen considered for a moment before shaking her head regretfully. “I appreciate the offer, Liam, but I’m afraid I don’t have time tonight. I have some matters to discuss with Alex.”
Liam raised an eyebrow playfully. “No worries. If you’re not in a hurry, just call Alex and bring him along. We can all catch up.”

Imogen hesitated, contemplating the idea. “Actually, that’s a good suggestion. Let me give Alex a call.”
Imogen dialed Alex’s number with her phone in hand and explained the situation. Alex readily agreed to join them, and Imogen turned back to Liam with a smile. “Looks like we’re in luck. Alex is on board.”
Liam grinned, clearly pleased with the outcome. “Great! Let’s head to a nearby restaurant and continue our chat.”
Imogen engaged in lively conversation with Liam as they walked towards the restaurant. She inquired about his recent projects, and he shared stories from his magazine cover shoot. They exchanged updates on their lives, reminiscing about their childhood c pént together.
“By the way, how are your parents doing?” Imogen asked genuine concern in her voice.
Liam’s expression softened. “They’re doing well, thanks for asking. They’ve been wanting to see you: How about paying them a visit sometime?”
Imogen’s eyes sparkled with warmth. “I’d love to. It’s been too long since I last saw them.”
As they continued talking, Imogen felt a sense of comfort and familiarity in Liam’s presence. He had been a source of support and friendship throughout her life, especially during challenging times.
Their conversation eventually turned to more casual topics, and the evening unfolded relaxed and enjoyable. Imogen found herself laughing freely and genuinely, the burdens of the day gradually easing as she shared stories and memories with Liam. The restaurant buzzed with the hum of conversation and the clinking of cutlery, creating a cozy ambiance that allowed Imogen to momentarily forget her work–related worries.
Meanwhile, in a black Cayenne across the street, the man casually caught a glimpse of the two people in the outdoor parking lot and squinted his eyes to gaze over. That should be the person Imogen likes.
From a long distance, he could see the smile on her face.
The atmosphere inside the car was inexplicably silent.
Over a delicious meal, Alex joined in the lively banter, effortlessly blending into the friendly atmosphere. Imogen was grateful for the chance to unwind and connect with both friends, their camaraderie reminding her of the importance of balancing work and personal relationships.
As the evening wore on, Imogen’s initial weariness was replaced with a sense of contentment. She realized that moments like these, spent with people who genuinely cared about her, were invaluable. Liam’s presence, in particular, was a soothing balm for her spirit, rekindling a sense of nostalgia and warmth.
Imogen’s phone buzzed with a notification, and she glanced at it briefly before returning her attention to the conversation. Liam noticed her distraction and asked, “Everything alright?”
Imogen nodded, her smile never faltering. “Just a work–related message. But I’m determined to fully enjoy this evening.”
Liam raised his glass, and Imogen and Alex followed suit. “To cherished friendships and memorable moments,” Liam proposed, and they clinked their glasses together in agreement.
“To friendships and memories,” Imogen echoed, a genuine twinkle in her eyes.

Chapter 19: Troy Doesn’t Believe Her At All

Troy had indeed given his consent initially.
But as Imogen stood there, everything suddenly seemed absurd and surreal. All of this was happening because of Sarah. Troy’s interventions had disrupted McKesson’s plans, forcing Imogen to clean up the mess each time. The meticulously crafted mai
g strategy had turned to dust due to the change in spokesperson. He remained obvious to her effort to maintain the current stability.
Troy’s devotion to appeasing Sarah had shaken Imogen’s confidence. She felt her credibility waver, questioning whether her dedication and sacrifices were in vain.
In the midst of this turmoil, Charlie’s words struck her like a bolt of lightning, igniting her frustration. “Mr. Marshall agreed? How could Mr. Marshall care about such a minor detail?”

Sarah grinned, her words dripping with a calculated sweetness, “Charlie, everyone understands the ‘minor‘ detail you’re referring to here is minuscule compared to Mr. Marshall’s responsibilities. But every aspect of a shoot, including makeup and styling, holds its significance. I’m curious why Mr. Marshall would concern himself with such minutiae.
Ylah added, “Are you implying that Sarah is lying, Director Forbes? If you doubt us, you’re free to confirm with Mr. Marshall. He’s empowered us with this decision, and we stand by it unwaveringly. You can tend to the other details. Feel free to terminate the contract if it becomes too much to handle. This endorsement isn’t essential for Sarah.”
Sarah stood in silence, allowing her agent to speak for her.
Charlie fumed, her frustration palpable, but she had no recourse against Ylah’s stubborn stance.
Leaving the dressing room, she clenched her fist in a silent expression of exasperation. “In all my years in this industry, I’ve never encountered such audacity–cooperating with countless stars and witnessing all sorts of behavior. She’s beyond shameless, snatching endorsements from others like Xena and pretending to be a saint.”
Charlie’s reputation in the industry was well–established. Her makeup artistry had transformed mediocre appearances into stunning transformations. Her guidance had propelled a previously overlooked female lead to fame simply through the magic of makeup.
Alex, who had witnessed the exchange, consoled Charlie, “Calm down. Let’s figure out how to handle this situation next. If Sarah refuses to alter her makeup, we might need to adapt the filming plan.”
Charlie looked at Imogen, seeking direction. “Ms. Forbes, what’s our plan?”
“Head to the lounge and wait for a bit. I’ll make a call and join you shortly.”
“Understood, we’ll be waiting.”
Imogen walked to a quieter spot within the studio, retrieved her phone, and dialed Troy’s number.
The phone was picked up after a few rings.
A compose
“It’s me, Imogen.”
é greeted her, “Hello.”
“Is something the matter?”
“President Marshall, did you grant Ms. Page permission to bring her own makeup artist and makeup designer?”
Troy’s response came after a moment’s pause, “Yes, what about it?”
“Today’s shoot had been meticulously arranged, with makeup artists, photographers, and props all aligned with the planned styling. Unfortunately, Ms. Page’s makeup contradicts the theme, and staunchly refuses to adjust it. She’s even threatened to terminate the collaboration. Her current makeup and styling could significantly compromise the advertisement’s final outcome.”

A pause ensued as Imogen waited for Troy’s reply.
“You must be misunderstanding something,” Troy finally responded.
Imogen felt her heart sink at his words, realization dawning that Troy didn’t believe her.
She tried to explain, “President Marshall, this is not a misunderstanding. I spoke with them, and they were adamant about keeping the makeup as is.”
Yet Troy’s voice remained unwavering, void of trust. “Sarah wouldn’t behave this way. What motive would she have for jeopardizing our collaboration?”
Imogen’s hope for Troy to retract Sarah’s decision waned.
Her breath caught in her throat as she grappled with Troy’s lack of faith.
“Haven’t
you forgotten something?” Troy continued. “Why did you change the filming schedule yesterday? Why wasn’t Sarah informed?”
Imogen felt a weight descend upon her, realizing that Troy doubted her entirely. Before Sarah’s return, Troy had entrusted her with significant autonomy, trusting her competence and judgment. Yet, since Sarah’s comeback, his priorities had shifted, favoring her instead.
His words echoed in Imogen’s mind, “Sarah spoke highly of you, defended you. Can you say the same?”
Imogen’s lips trembled, her voice shaky, unable to respond.
Troy’s skepticism had silenced her, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
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Unable to bear it any longer, Imogen pressed the “hang up” button in a flurry.
A soft thud resonated as her phone slipped from her trembling hand and collided with the floor.

Chapter 18: Confrontation

After the meeting concluded, Troy leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples to ease the tension.
Just then, his phone chimed.
Troy picked and glanced at the caller ID before answering, “Hello.”
“Mr. Marsha,e you at the office? I need to speak with you.“.
Troy glanced at his calendar, his eyebrows furrowing. “Did you finish filming that quickly today?”
Sarah hesitated on the other end, her voice tinged with an unusual edge, “Well, about that… there was actually no filming today.”
“No filming? Why?” Troy inquired.
During a brief restroom break earlier, he had noticed that Imogen’s office was locked up–indicative of her absence from work.

Considering her dedication to on–site supervision during shoots, it was unusual for her to cancel a filming day.
“When we arrived at the studio, Ms. Forbes abruptly informed us that the shoot was postponed due to an urgent matter. She left without further explanation, catching us off guard.”
“There must have been a compelling reason for her to halt the shoot. Since there was no filming, why don’t you come to the office?”
Over the past three years, Troy had grown accustomed to Imogen’s meticulous work ethic. It seemed improbable that she would cancel a shoot without a valid reason.
Despite her words, Sarah’s tone hinted at a veiled smirk, “Well, something important must have come up. By the way, Mr. Marshall, I have a request.”
“What’s that?”
“I’d like my makeup artist to accompany me for the shoot. Since returning from abroad, my skin has been acting up. I’m concerned that the makeup artist from New York might not be familiar with my skin conditions, resulting in subpar makeup and photography. My personal makeup artist is well–versed in my skin’s needs and can ensure the best outcome.”
Troy considered it a minor request, “You don’t need to run such matters by me.” Sarah responded, “It may seem trivial, but proper communication is key in work, regardless of the scale. During collaborations, mutual respect, and sincerity are vital. I’m quite invested in this endorsement, and it’s only fitting that I treat everything with utmost seriousness. Failing to inform you could easily be misconstrued:”
“Your point is valid.”
Sarah had needed to explain this minor detail to Troy, yet Imogen hadn’t informed
him about canceling the shoot. The implications were apparent, but Troy implicitly trusted Imogen’s judgment and work ethic forged over years of partnership.
Hanging up the call, he resumed his work.
The following day, Sarah and her team arrived promptly on set, and the arrangements from the previous day remained intact.
With her rip/impeccable and wardrobe on point, Sarah began shooting.
However, a new predicament unfolded–a clash erupted between the makeup artist and Sarah’s personal makeup artist.
“Director Forbes, please come to the makeup room.” An assistant rushed to inform Imogen.
Concerned, Imogen set aside her magazine and headed toward the dressing room. Charlie, the makeup artist, emerged with a frazzled expression, her voice laden with worry, “Ms. Forbes, you’re just in time. Ms. Page has brought her own makeup artist, and they’re having a heated disagreement over the makeup and styling.”
Imogen entered the room, and Ylah gestured toward the woman beside her, “Director Forbes, allow me to introduce you to Ms. Marian–Sarah’s personal makeup artist. You may have heard of her; she’s the official makeup artist for the Miss World Competition.”

Charlie rolled her eyes discreetly.
“Hello,” Mira greeted Imogen.
“Nice to meet you, Ms. Marian.” Imogen nodded, then turned to Ylah, her tone diplomatic, “Director Willy, I understand that Ms. Page is accustomed to working with her preferred makeup artist. However, why was the agreed–upon styling and makeup not adhered to?”
“Director Forbes, before you get upset, let me explain. Ms. Marian believes that the provided styling and makeup need to complement Sarah better. She feels that the look you designed doesn’t align with her appearance.“
Charlie couldn’t restrain her irritation, interjecting, “Ylah, it’s not about matching or not matching. Frankly, Ms. Marian’s approach deviates entirely from the intended theme. This makeup and styling are entirely unsuitable for the advertisement’s concept.”
Ylah chuckled, her tone condescending, “Ms. Charlie’s words are quaint. Nowadays, the success of an endorsement hinges on a star’s fan base, doesn’t it? Sarah’s appeal lies in her popularity. As long as she looks good, her fans will support her–styling isn’t all that relevant.”
Charlie was about to retort, but Imogen silenced her, addressing Ylah, “Director Willy, I hope you understand that our cooperation is crucial and governed by a contract. Ms. Page is obliged to follow our styling and makeup guidelines for the shoot. Changing these elements without proper authorization constitutes a breach of the agreement
and should have been discussed with us.”
At that moment, Sarah abruptly stood, her tone apologetic, “Ms. Forbes, I must apologize. I neglected to inform you, but I did discuss this matter with Mr. Marshall yesterday, and he approved the change.”
Imogen stood there, speechless.
Her mouth
ed and closed, words failing her.
In an instant, ne felt like a clown, unwittingly dancing on a stage of shadows.
To hear that Troy had been informed about this alteration but not her was a blow to her professional integrity.
It was a revelation that left her speechless and wounded.

Chapter 17: Her Weakness

The film set bustled with activity as Imogen, the brand director, arrived early to oversee the setup. Her years of collaboration had forged a seamless understanding with her longtime partners–the photographer Alex and the makeup artist Charlie. Together, they transformed her visions into reality.
As the arran
nts took shape, Imogen’s watch ticked towards 9:00, the agreed–upon start time. An anxious half–hour passed, and Sarah and her team were not seen. The assistant had already nudged them once.
Photographer Alex adjusted his camera, muttering with a hint of exasperation, “Sarah’s acting like quite the prima donna.”
The makeup artist, Charlie, scoffed in response, “No surprises there. Coming back from abroad with an air of entitlement. If she wants to flaunt her diva persona, what can we do? Can we even replace her? Not even Imogen, given Mr. Marshall’s involvement.”
The truth was known to all: Mr. Marshall had handpicked Sarah.

While Imogen held the authority to change the brand’s spokesperson under normal circumstances, Sarah was an exception.
Even if Sarah’s behavior bordered on arrogance, they had to endure it.
Frustrated, Imogen dialed Ylah’s number, her patience wearing thin. The call rang, and then the disheartening beep of a hung–up call came.
Charlie frowned, irritation coloring his tone, “They’re pushing boundaries. Backed by Mr. Marshall, they’re ignoring you.”
Minutes dragged by without an explanation for their tardiness. Imogen dialed again and again, only to be met with silence on the other end.
Resigned, she tucked her phone away and turned to Alex and Charlie, her tone resolute, “They’ll probably arrive by noon. You two can head back for now. I’ll reach out if needed.”
Years of experience acquainted Imogen with various clients‘ quirks. Ylah’s plan had been apparent from the outset of their collaboration discussions.
Charlie huffed, “After all these years, this is the first time I’ve seen such a prima donna. She’s been working abroad for just a few years. No significant awards and no outstanding box office results. What makes her think she’s entitled to such behavior?” “Don’t let it bother you. Dinner’s on me next time,” Imogen offered.
“Alright, we’ll head out.”
With a farewell, Alex and Charlie left the studio.
Imogen remained, instructing her assistant to fetch her laptop and settle in the lounge
to work.
A commotion beyond the door diverted her attention. Checking her watch, it was now half–past eleven–her intuition had proven accurate.
The assistant knocked and informed her, “Director Forbes, Miss Page, and her team have arrived.”
“Alright, I’ll see them.”
Imogen c her laptop, packed it into her bag, and exited the lounge.
Seeing Imogen, Ylah’s face lit up, a semblance of a smile appearing as she approached. “Director Forbes, my apologies for the delay. An unexpected morning meeting with company leaders held us up. My phone was with the assistant, who failed to inform me of your calls. I’ll certainly reprimand him for his negligence. I hope you understand.”

Despite her words, there was no true apology in Ylah’s demeanor.
“Director Forbes, apologies for the inconvenience. There was an unforeseen situation,” Sarah added.
Imogen smiled graciously, “No worries, I was just about to leave.”
Ylah’s smile faltered, her tone cooling, “Director Forbes, what do you mean by that?” “Just what it sounds like.”
“Is this some sort of joke? Why not inform us earlier if you weren’t planning to shoot?” Ylah’s frustration simmered.
“It was a last–minute decision. With neither the makeup artist nor the photographer present, I attempted to call Director Willy this morning to apprise you. Regrettably, my calls went unanswered. I’m assuming it was your assistant’s oversight. Hence, I felt it necessary to wait for you in person, lest you arrive to an empty set.”
Ylah and Sarah’s expressions wavered at Imogen’s candid explanation.
“I’ve informed you now. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll be on my way. I trust you both won’t be delayed for tomorrow’s shoot.”
Imogen’s smile remained steady as she walked away, laptop bag in tow.
Left behind, Ylah and Sarah exchanged glances, watching Imogen’s departing figure, their faces contorted with displeasure.
“Who knew she had such a cunning streak?”
Sarah mused, “I always said these tactics wouldn’t faze her. Think about it, could a -woman who captivated Mr. Marshall’s heart after I left be anything less than shrewd?” “Now what?”
Yiah realized they’d exhausted their excuses for tardiness today, and repeating them tomorrow would be futile.
Sarah’s fingers danced across her phone, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “I’m calling Mr. Marshall.”
Imogen was no pushover; her resilience made her immune to ordinary tactics. The
only one who could truly hurt her was the man she loved–Troy.
And that was where Sarah intended to strike.

Chapter 15: Never bear again

Instead of lingering in the awkward atmosphere, Imogen tried to put their attention to something else. She grabbed the dish near the older Marshall man and served it to him.
“Look, Grandpa. You love sweet and sour eggplant, right? You should try this.” 1 the mood. “Our dear Imogen remembers your favorite! I’m jealous!” exclaimed.
Her action ” The old wo
“You’re still the same sweet lady,” Grandpa Marshall uttered and picked the chopsticks, smiling. “Unlike some heartless person there who only makes me angry. I think his purpose is to frustrate me to death.”
However, instead of saying anything, the labeled “ungrateful” Troy remained silent. “Grandpa, don’t say that. You’ll live a long life.”
Imogen’s life was pretty eventful. Her parents were divorced, and her father got custody. It was because her mother did not want her at all. So years following their split, she had never met her Mom.
Growing up, she witnessed her father being so busy with work while she was living in her grandparent’s house in the countryside. But a few years later, they passed away one after another, and she was taken by her father once again.
Her miseries did not stop there because, at 16, her father also left, and she was utterly alone.
That was when the older Marshalls, her now grandparents, came into the picture. They gave her warmth and a home to come back to.
So hearing death from their mouths pained her. She didn’t want to bear the pain of losing another loved one. That was why no one was very eager to pray that the older man and woman of the Marshall Family would have a longer life than Imogen. After the meal, except for Troy, the other three were exceptionally happy and content. While she was there, Imogen thought of ways to make the old man and the old lady happy. Looking at them from a third point of view, they appeared like a real family with smiles all over their faces.
They were in the middle of sharing stories when one of the maids went near Imogen. “Miss Forbes’s arrival here made the old man much more energetic.”

After the meal, Imogen accompanied Troy’s grandfather to play chess.
The old man taught her how to play chess, and he basically taught her ways to gain good playing skills, and surprisingly, she made rapid progress. Even Grandpa Marshall himself dared not take her lightly as an opponent. He was serious as they played. “Grandpa, no way! You’re playing tricks.”
The old Grandpa of the Marshalls apologetically laughed while Imogen whined in
discontentedness. But in the end, they saw themselves laughing because of how the game was going.
“I won’t be easy on you, Imogen. I haven’t dropped the chess yet.” The old man rightfully squeezed the white piece back on the chessboard and placed it in another place.
“Are you sure you’re placing it there?”
He glanced at Imogen, hesitated momentarily, and nodded, “I’m sure.”
Imogen immediately pinched the black spot in her hand and laughed happily. “Grandpa, you lost!”
Grandpa Marshall’s eyes widened, not realizing that Imogen had tricked him. He returned the white one and threw Imogen’s black one back into the box. “No, no, no, that doesn’t count. I made a mistake. I made a mistake.”
On the side, Troy looked at the energetic Imogen and then peeked at the mischievous old man with a slight smile on his lips.
In front of his brothers, the older man always looked stern, but looking at his grandfather now, it seemed only Imogen could turn him into a stubborn child. Suddenly, Imogen pointed at Troy and proclaimed, “Grandpa, he’s mocking you!” That was when the older man glanced over, and the smile on Troy’s face instantly froze.
“You brat, how dare you laugh at me? Why don’t you go to pour water for Imogen and me? All you know is stand there foolishly!”
Troy sighed. He could not believe the attention was on him again. Let alone the complete shift of attitude when his grandfather treated his wife and him.
But as ordered, he went to pour water for them, and behind him came Imogen’s unrestrained laughter.
Troy’s demeanor darkened.

Chapter 16: Ten Years Love

The sun hung low in the afternoon sky as Imogen and Troy exited the old house. They found themselves seated in the car, a heavy silence enveloping them. Imogen finally broke the quietude, her voice tinged with uncertainty, “Troy, you must know how Grandpa fe You know his attitude best. He’s vehemently against our divorce. What’s our plan 1
Troy’s gaze was fixed on the passing scenery outside, a deep sigh escaping his lips. “Let’s start by obtaining the divorce certificate discreetly, without letting Grandpa know just yet. We can reveal the truth to him slowly over time.”
Imogen’s breath caught, and each inhaled a struggle against the weight of her emotions. She cast her eyes downward, nodding silently. Sure enough, he still made such a choice without any intention of changing it. He insisted on it even if his grandfather had spoken harsh words against him, willing to hide it from him and disobey him.
When it emerged, her voice was hoarse and heavy with unspoken pain, “Alright, when do you plan to get the divorce certificate?”
A thoughtful frown creased Troy’s brow as he scrolled through his phone’s schedule. “I’ve got a lot on my plate these days. How about we aim for next Monday?”

“Fine,” Imogen conceded, her response a whisper that carried the weight of their decisions.
Seeing Imogen’s response, Troy pursed his lips and glanced at her several times. To be fair, Imogen is indeed beautiful.
Her peach blossom eyes held a captivating allure–sometimes gentle, with a magical charm that entranced, and at other times, sharp as a blade, cutting through the air. She has a standard oval face with smooth and beautiful lines, a small and firm nose, and small and plump lips. When she smiles, there are two small pear swirls at the corners of her lips, adding a touch of cuteness.
Imogen’s figure was flexible and beautiful. She has strong self–discipline and picks out a few days a week to do yoga exercises after work.
Troy knew it the most.
During three years of married life, Troy often couldn’t help but feel obsessed with her. In their time together, he had become an expert in her looks and expressions. Her eyes, whether they were soft and warm or sharp and intense, had a strong effect on him. Her smile, with those cute swirls, could brighten even his worst days. And her overall presence just amazed him, making him feel lucky to have her.
Closing his eyes, Troy allowed himself to drift back to those moments of boundless joy.
In addition to these external conditions, her abilities are also commendable. She won
the National Scholarship and the President Scholarship with excellent grades during her college years. She even participated in the National English Competition, obtaining the opportunity to study abroad on a public scholarship. In her work, she also arranged everything well and allowed McKesson’s development to exceed her expectations.
Troy muse
he thought–how could there not be others vying for her heart after
their divorce? Who would be the one to win her affection?
Out of the blue, he asked, “Is there someone you’re interested in?”

Imogen’s heart skipped a beat, her gaze flicking toward Troy. “Yes,” she admitted, her
voice carrying a depth of emotion.
The person she loved was standing right before her. Her affection for him had blossomed over the past decade.
It was a time marked by her father’s passing, her own arrival at the Marshall family, and the tremors of uncertainty that had gripped her.
The memories remained vivid, the scenes etched into her mind.
That girl has low self–esteem, sensitivity, and cowardice.
Under the influence of others, she was extremely pessimistic about life, but at this moment, a figure suddenly broke into her life, sprinkling a burst of warm and dazzling sunshine on the soil of her calm and dark soul. Since then, my deep affection for him has been deeply rooted.
She’d worked tirelessly to keep pace with him, yearning for proximity, for a day when their hearts could unite.
But fate was unkind, tethering her to love unrequited.
His heart stirred by her revelation, Troy grappled with a surge of emotion. He suddenly felt inexplicably agitated upon hearing her answer. She was in a hurry to divorce because she wanted to be with the person she loved–wasn’t that the reason? “Does he feel the same way about you?” The question hung heavy with anticipation. Imogen’s head shook gently, her eyes downcast. “No, he doesn’t. He’s held someone else in his heart for years.”
Troy’s heart clenched at her words, an unexpected pang of discomfort. “If he doesn’t reciprocate, why do you still love him?”
A sardonic smile played upon Imogen’s lips as if amused by her own plight. “Why, indeed, so many ‘whys.”
Troy’s gaze lingered on her, a tinge of melancholy in his eyes.

Chapter 14: Family mansion

The maids warmly welcomed them as soon as they arrived at the splendid mansion. “The old lady is busy in the kitchen. Please sit down first.”
After greeting them, some of the maids went to bring them juice and water to drink. Some also brought fruit trays.
The old lady of the Marshall Family came from an ordinary family. Even if she had enjoyed hal
etime of happiness, she liked to take care of children, cook, and sometimes e weave a scarf for the younger generation of their bloodline, just like the older adults in typical families.
Even among the younger generation of the Marshall Family, they all showed great respect for Grandma.
“Where’s our Grandpa?” Imogen asked as she changed her shoes..
The maid pointed upstairs and answered, “He is resting. His mental state has been getting worse lately.”
Imogen and Troy were alarmed by what they heard, and worry was plastered on their faces.
For the past years, Troy’s grandfather was busy with their businesses, passed down by the previous generation of the Marshall Family. He was so busy with their empires that, at some point, he forgot to take care of his health, and it was taking a toll now that he was old. Recently, he had a liver transplant and has been taking medication. “What did his doctor say?” Asked Troy.

Grandpa’s doctor was one of the best doctors at the prominent hospital in New York City, and he was also his doctor.
“He said that he will do his best, Sir.”
Troy nodded solemnly.
Meanwhile, Imogen went to the kitchen to help the Grandma of the Marshall Family.
“My dear, you should just rest. You don’t have to help me. I can handle everything myself.” The old lady was trying to send Imogen out when she tried to help
“Grandma, I can’t just let you handle everything here alone. I wanna help you,” she told her, smiling.
The old lady gave her a disapproving glance. “Are you sure? You can sit in the living -room with and talk to your husband.”
Seeing Imogen’s silence, the old lady asked, “Did you argue with Troy? I have also seen the news. Don’t worry; I will help you teach him a lesson.”
“Grandma, you don’t have to worry about me. We will handle the matter between us just fine.”
“I’m aware of everything, dear. I know that Troy is such a jerk sometimes. I know him
too well but don’t worry, for me, you are the only daughter–in–law of this family. If he wants a divorce, he must go through me first.”
The old lady seemed so determined when she said those words. All that Imogen could do was stay silent; she didn’t even dare to defend Troy.
Since he wanted a divorce, she would rather let him be the one to explain to them so they would verstand.
Imogen was. e with self–sabotage, so she would not help him, but she would also not act as a hindrance and manipulate the old lady to stand with her.
When it was time to eat, the maids went upstairs and helped the older man down. When they were near the dining area, Troy gave him a hand.
On the other side, Imogen helped the old lady bring dishes individually to the table. “Grandma’s cooking skill is as good as ever,” Troy said amidst their meal.
However, instead of agreeing with his sentiment, his grandmother glanced at Imogen before scolding him, “Praise your wife, Troy. She made all these dishes with me. You’re losing sight of her efforts.”

What he heard made him pause momentarily. He sighed and did what was said. “Her cooking skill is also good.”
“Perfunctory,” the Grandma of the Marshall family roast.
All that Troy could reply to that was silence. He knew that the old lady was particularly unhappy with him today due to the recent issues.
Sitting down around the dining table, Grandpa Marshall’s turned to speak. He cleared his throat before looking at them.
“Troy, I heard that the girl from the Page family has returned to New York recently.” Troy nodded and answered, “She just returned recently.”
“I watched the news about the two of you this morning. I know you have a history with that girl, but remember you already married Imogen. So don’t get too close to that girl. Otherwise, what will your wife will think? I even heard that you are cooperating with her to the point that you asked your wife to come in contact with that woman.”
Troy put down his chopsticks and looked at the old man earnestly, “Grandpa, I plan
to…”
Before he could finish what he wanted to say, they saw how the older man coughed continuously, interrupting his words.
“You know that Imogen’s father saved my life before, right? That’s why I promised that I’d treat her as family. When I asked the two of you to get married, you, my grandson, agreed. I know you’re mature and responsible enough, and I know you’re true to your words. Don’t let me down, son. Don’t let me regret bringing you back.”
The air was filled with silence right after those words were spilled.
Grandpa spoke heavy words so that Troy clearly couldn’t refute him. His silence was a silent resistance, a silent persistence.
At that moment, the atmosphere became oddly solemn and heavy simultaneously.