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Chapter 105

Chapter 105 The Temperament of a Mature Man

After dinner, everyone moved to the bar.

The employees all left, but Troy was still sitting in his seat.

Charlene smiled and said, “Mr. Marshall, aren’t you going?

“Since it’s already this time, it wouldn’t be good to back down now. Everyone is thrilled that you came today.”

Seeing that Troy was silent, Charlene continued, “The cake I ordered is at the bar. Mr. Marshall, no matter what, you should eat the birthday cake.”

The deputy director also said, “Mr. Marshall, the bar is next door. It won’t take a lot of time to go there and sit down for a while.”

“Let’s go.” Troy picked up the coat on the back of the chair.

The deputy director immediately took the coat over.

When Troy arrived at the private room of the bar, people were already singing.

Troy found a corner seat and sat down, raised his hand, and loosened his neckline.

He rested his left arm on the armrest of the sofa and rubbed the space between his brows gently.

For some reason, he felt dizzy with a headache.

“Mr. Marshall, are you not feeling fell? Drink some water.” Charlene looked at Troy’s appearance, poured some plain water from a disposable cup, and put it in front of Troy.

“Thank you.” Troy raised his spectacles and glanced at Charlene.

Charlene smiled at Troy.

Troy picked up his water cup and took a sip of water.

Did Charlene like him?

The answer seemed to be yes, but not really.

She was very considerate tonight but not out of line.

People in the private room were singing.

After a few songs, the deputy director came and asked, “Mr. Marshall, aren’t you going to sing?”

“You guys sing.” Troy waved.

The deputy director did not ask any more questions.

Troy was already nice enough to come here.

Troy raised his hand and unbuttoned the neckline, and the two openings exposed his collarbone.

He stood up and walked out.

“Mr. Marshall!” Charlene thought he was going to leave.

Troy carefully looked at Charlene’s expression. “I’m going out to get some air. It’s a little stuffy

here.”

Charlene showed an embarrassed expression.

At this time, the waiter came in pushing the cake on a cart.

Charlene went to cut the cake.

Troy walked slowly to the end of the corridor and sent a message to Imogen.

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Despite standing outside for a while, Troy still felt a little hot.

When he returned to the private room, the cake had already been cut.

Seeing him coming in, Charlene deliberately took a piece and walked over. “Mr. Marshall, do you want to try it? The cakes from this shop are delicious.”

“Put it there.” Troy gestured to the coffee table before him, speaking in a slightly hoarse voice.

Charlene put the cake on the table before Troy and said, “Would you like to sing a song at this rare moment?”

“No.”

Troy picked up the small cake plate, took a taste for the sake of it, raised his hand, and glanced at his watch. Then, he went to the sofa to pick up his coat. “It’s getting late. I’ll go back first. You continue.”

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Charlene said behind him, “Mr. Marshall, are you leaving now? Aren’t you going to stay a while. longer?”

“Mr. Marshall, stay a while longer,” an employee said.

“You guys play. Don’t go home too late.” Troy took his coat and walked out.

The employees did not persuade anymore and followed Troy to the door of the private room.

“Mr. Marshall, safe trip home.”

“Don’t have to send me. Go have fun.”

Troy strode away.

Charlene trotted a few steps to catch up. “Mr. Marshall, I seem to have heard that your car had a flat tire. Can you go back? Why don’t I book you a room upstairs?”

“No need.”

“Then shall I send you back?”

“Someone has come to pick me up. Ms. Johnson, you can go back. You are today’s birthday girl. They are still waiting for you.”

“Then… I’ll send you downstairs and leave after you get in the car.”

Charlene moved her lips, racking her brain to think of ways to make Troy stay.

She knew the drug was about to kick in.

She would not stupidly compete with Sarah like Imogen. She just wanted one night.

Just one night.

Charlene followed Troy into the elevator.

The elevator door closed, and there were only two people in the closed space. It was silent.

Troy pressed the ground floor.

Charlene stood behind Troy, sizing up Troy from the corner of her eye.

He was only wearing a black shirt. His cuffs were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms, and the coat was draped over his elbows. It was such a casual posture, yet he had an indescribable elegance.

Charlene plucked up her courage, walked behind him, and was about to hug him.

At this moment, the elevator door opened suddenly, and several young people came in, talking

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and laughing. When they saw Troy in the elevator, their voices fell silent for a moment.

A young girl glanced at Troy a few times. It was not difficult for her to see that this was a successful man. He looked young, but his eyes were calm, and he exuded the temperament of a

mature man.

Moreover, he looked familiar.

Before the young girl could remember who this man was, the elevator door opened.

The elevator stopped on the ground floor.

After the young people went out, only then did Troy follow. He turned around and looked at Charlene. “Sending me here will do.”

“It’s okay. It’s just a few steps away. I’ll send you to the door.”

Coming out from the bar, they were surrounded by flicking neon lights, and a gust of cold wind blew past.

Autumn nights were a bit chilly.

Charlene approached. “Mr. Marshall, aren’t you cold?”

“Nope.” Troy shook his head.

He was not only not cold but somewhat hot for some reason.

Charlene looked around. “Is the person who is picking you up still not here?”

“It’s going to take a while.”

“Then I’ll wait with you.” Charlene walked a few steps toward Troy.

She knew this was her last chance.

“Ah…” Charlene’s high heels tilted, and she fell straight onto Troy.

Troy stretched out his hand to help her. “Are you all right?”

“Mr. Marshall, I’ve sprained my ankle.” Charlene clung to Troy’s arm subtly.

“I’ll help you back to the hall and sit down.”

“Mr. Marshall, can you take me to the hospital? My car keys are in my pocket.” Charlene looked up at Troy with an innocent expression.

Troy picked up his phone and made a call.

Charlene thought that he was going to tell the person who was picking him up that he had to send her to the hospital.

Unexpectedly, after the call was connected, he said, “Tony, come down here and bring the car keys. Charlene sprained her ankle. Take her to the hospital.”

Tony was the deputy director.

He quickly responded, “Okay, I’ll come right away.”

Hearing this sentence, Charlene’s face froze.

Troy looked at Charlene and said to her, “Are you going to wait for Tony to come down here or in the hall?”

She did not want to go anywhere.

Charlene pulled the corner of her mouth forcibly. Suddenly, she was in a dilemma.

She gasped and leaned all her weight on Troy.

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“Does it hurt a lot?”

With sadness in her eyes, Charlene nodded slightly.

“Hold on a little longer. Tony will be here soon.” Troy supported her with his hands and distanced his body from her subtly.

Charlene was at a loss for words.

Seeing that she was silent, Troy did not say more.

Not long after, Tony trotted out from the bar. Seeing the two of them on the side of the road, he said, “Ms. Johnson, don’t worry. I’ll drive the car over. Thanks for taking care of her, Mr. Marshall.”

Tony quickly drove his car over and parked it on the side of the road.

Troy supported Charlene in walking over.

Charlene had no choice but to get into Tony’s car. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Safe trip,” Troy said.

Tony drove away.

Troy watched Tony’s car disappear into the traffic, took out his phone from his trouser pocket, and looked at it, but there was no unread message.

Imogen had not arrived yet.

At this moment, a black car on the opposite side of the road turned on its hazard lights.

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