Chapter 230 I’ll Be With You
Troy patted Grace on the shoulder, with a gloom flashing in his eyes.
He thought, “So what if Imogen likes Erik?
“She likes Erik’s positivity, handsomeness, and vigor, but once Erik is entangled with other women, all his advantages will be useless!”
Troy picked up his phone and sent a message to Yann.
Troy played with Grace all afternoon, and he received a reply from Yann in the evening.
Troy read the message, closed the phone, and said to Grace, “Grace, do you still want to sleep with Imogen at night?”
“Yes!” Grace nodded heavily.
She liked to sleep with Imogen very much.
“How do you think I send you there now?” Troy asked.
He thought, “In just one month, it will be difficult to let Grace agree to stay by only him.
“But the result will be different with the help of Grace.
“Especially if Grace sleeps with Imogen every day, the relationship between them will be deeper. After getting used to it, will Imogen still want to leave?”
“Okay,” answered Grace.
Troy packed a few more clothes for Grace and sent her to Imogen’s apartment.
Imogen happened to be at home.
Hearing the doorbell, she walked towards the door and asked, “Who is it?”
“Imogen, it’s me!”
After opening the door, Imogen saw a little girl standing at the door with a large schoolbag beside her.
Grace pointed to the big schoolbag next to her, “He said you didn’t want to see him, so he let me come up by myself. Imogen, I still want to sleep with you at night.”
It was self–evident who “he” referred to.
Imogen picked up the bag on the ground and said helplessly, “Please come in.”
“Yeah!”
Grace entered the room again.
When Charlie came back at night and saw Grace at their house again, a complicated mood appeared in her eyes.
Imogen didn’t dare to make eye contact with Charlie for fear of meeting Charlie’s contemptuous gaze.
Alas, Imogen couldn’t help it, for Grace was so cute,
While eating, Imogen keenly noticed that Charlie was a little depressed.
It seemed that Charlie was fine when she returned, but after browsing through the phone for a while, she became like this.
“Charlie, what’s going on today? I think you are a little unhappy?” Asked Imogen.
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“Yes, you look unhappy!” Grace agreed.
Charlie smiled narrowly, “It’s nothing.”
“Your expression doesn’t mean you are fine,” said Imogen.
Charlie was speechless.
She brushed her hair irritably and thumped the table. “There will be a reunion for my high school. classmates two days later.”
“What’s so annoying about it?” asked Imogen.
“My ex–boyfriend has returned domestically, and he will join, too.”
“Is it okay for you to refuse to go there?”
“They all ask me in the chat group. It will show that I feel guilty if I don’t go.” Charlie rolled her
eyes.
“It’s okay. There’s nothing to be worried about. I’ll be with.
you then.”
Charlie immediately delightedly smiled and kissed Imogen. “Imogen, you are so kind.”
Seeing this, Grace also kissed Imogen on the other side of the cheek.
Leaving Imogen’s apartment, Troy went directly to the clubhouse, where he had made an appointment with Yann.
Troy opened the door of a private room, and there was only Yann inside, pouring himself and drinking.
Yann raised his head when he heard the voice. “Mr. Marshall, welcome here. Please sit down.”
Troy sat down on the sofa opposite Yann, took a sip of the wine poured by Yann, and then went straight to the topic. “Have you found a suitable one after I asked you to look for someone?”
“Don’t worry about the thing I deal with. There are many suitable people. It’s a piece of cake to seduce Erik.”
Yann also sympathized with Troy because he didn’t expect Imogen to really like Erik!
Yann made a call.
Before a few minutes, several girls came in from outside the private room, beautiful.
all
young and
They lined up like goods, waiting for Troy to choose.
Behind them, there was a man who looked like a bustard.
The man knew Yann but didn’t know Troy, or he didn’t dare to recognize Troy.
Meeting Troy’s gaze, he felt fearful. With an apologetic smile, he handed over a pile of documents to Yann. “Mr. Cooper, these documents contain their identity information. Please have a check.” Yann didn’t even look at it but directly handed it over to Troy. “You can choose one.”
Troy took over the materials and flipped through them page by page.
The private room was exceptionally quiet.
The atmosphere seemed to be stagnant.
Until Troy turned to a certain page and read a name on it, “Ann. Who is Ann?”
Among the girls in a row, the second woman on the left paused for a few seconds before stepping forward. She looked down. “Sir, I’m Ann.”
Troy narrowed his eyes and measured her sharply.
After a while, he said lightly, “I choose you. Others can go out.”
The man leading the team said eagerly, “Sir, don’t you choose another one?”
The man thought, “Do they like having sex with one woman together?”
“No,” answered Troy.
“Alright,” the man leading the team did not forget to remind Ann, “Ann, offer a good service to the two gentlemen!”
The other women reluctantly walked out of the private room with disappointed expressions.
There were only three people left in the room.
Ann stood in front of the coffee table, bearing the gazes of Troy and Yann.
She tried her best to remain calm, not to show her timidity, with clenched fists under her sleeves involuntarily.
“Please sit down.” Troy pointed to the sofa next to him.
Ann looked up at Troy and obediently sat on the sofa next to him, with her back straight and her hands on her knees. She looked like a primary school student in posture.
Troy couldn’t help but recall that when Imogen first came to the Marshall villa, she was like this, trying hard to appear calm, but her certain actions had already exposed her real feelings completely.
That’s why Troy chose Ann.
“Do you know what I want you to do?”
With a snap, the lighter burst into flames, Troy lit a cigarette, took a puff, and casually threw the lighter on the table.
Commonly, it’s about sex. But it’s obviously not the answer, for Troy asked such a question.
Ann shook her head. “I don’t know.”
“I want you to seduce a man,” said Troy.
Ann suddenly raised her head and looked at Troy in astonishment.
After Ann left the private room, Yann poured Troy a glass of wine. “After Blake returned.
domestically, he continued to do his own business in the decoration industry, but according to my investigation, his decoration materials are not up to standard, so you can use this to control him.”
“Okay,” said Troy.
“Don’t you go and see Sarah?” asked Yann.
Just half a month ago, Sarah was found by Yann’s subordinates.
However, Troy was in Australia at that time, and after receiving the news, he said to Yann, “I
heard that one of your uncles is the dean of Villard Hospital?”
Villard Hospital was a psychiatric hospital in New York City.
Yann immediately understood what Troy meant and instantly sent Sarah there.
Sarah had always wanted to see Troy.
Troy had been domestic for about ten days but still didn’t want to see Sarah.
“How is she going now?”
Chapter 230 T’ll Be With You
Troy raised his hand to take a puff of the cigarette, exhaled the smoke slowly, and lightly shook the ash with his fingers.
Sarah had a trump card in her hand. She knew Imogen’s background information, so if Sarah exposed this, Imogen would not be able to endure it, let alone that Imogen would suffer the gossip of others.
It was always a ticking time bomb.
But Sarah only held this card in her hand, for Bill had died, Samara was imprisoned, and Joseph didn’t care about her.
Therefore, she didn’t dare to show her hand perfunctorily but would use it to negotiate terms with Troy.
But anyway, Troy got the initiative.
No matter what, Troy wouldn’t make Sarah easily get what she wanted.
“She often clamored to see you. The doctors gave her doses, so she fell asleep longer and longer,” Yann answered.
“Just wait a little longer. Don’t worry,” said Troy.
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