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Chapter 241 Do You Want Me Dead?

Yann’s heart skipped a beat upon seeing this message. His hands trembled, and he nearly dropped his

phone.

The veins on his forehead pulsed twice as he responded: [Ms. Forbes, please, don’t do this to me!

You’ll get me in trouble!]

With Troy’s jealousy issues, they might end up in another boxing match if he found out about this. It

happened last time at a restaurant in Norway. Imogen had innocently mentioned liking his personality

within earshot of Troy. After returning home, Troy insisted on a friendly sparring several times. Troy

claimed it was practice, but Yann only received punches repeatedly.

Yann couldn’t back out and had endured two sessions of Troy’s relentless punches. He still had the

bruises to show for it.

Another boxing match was something he couldn’t handle.

Imogen: [It’s your fault! Otherwise, you guys would just keep treating me like a fool!]

Yann was confident that Imogen had figured things out, so he pretended: [I don’t understand what

you’re saying.]

Imogen sent the recording directly to Yann: [Quit the act. If you want to keep things under wraps, don’t

get involved in the first place.]

Yann began to ignore Imogen and didn’t respond for a long time upon hearing the recording. Imogen

couldn’t help but chuckle.

Imogen: [Say something! Let the supplier and the Hale family resolve this normally! If you insist on

going this way, I’ll compensate the Hale family myself.]

Yann: [Why go to such lengths?]

Imogen: [Why does Troy go to such lengths?]

Imogen: [Persistent as ever!]

Yann didn’t reply.

Imogen pressed the lock button, turned off her phone, closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and

couldn’t help but feel frustrated.

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Imogen’s mood was like a continuous rainy day, with mold growing in the corners, creeping over the

white walls.

She regretted falling for Troy. It led her down the wrong path and made a mess of her life.

Just a few days ago, she had maliciously suspected Blake of intentionally using inferior materials, only

to discover that Blake had been wrongfully accused. It was her ex–husband who had instructed

someone to target the Hale family!

The Hale family had suffered unjustly because of her.

She had initially wanted to help Erik and gain his trust. But Troy acted alone. Erik feared his influence

and distanced himself from her. She had wasted her efforts.

Moreover, she was unaware of this situation but was still burdened with the responsibility.

She had no romantic feelings for Erik. Her initial approach to him had ulterior motives. However, what if

she had developed genuine feelings for someone else?

Troy refused to let go. He constantly targeted them and caused trouble in their lives. Imogen felt

suffocated just at the thought of it.

She had no freedom.

Imogen opened her chat with Erik and typed slowly: [Erik, I’m very sorry. I just found out that I know the

person in the recording. He’s a friend of Troy’s. I didn’t expect things to turn out like this. I’ve talked to

him and asked him to resolve this situation amicably. If that doesn’t work, I’ll cover the debt for you, and

you can transfer the claim to me.]

Erik replied promptly: [I get it. It’s not your fault. There is no need to apologize. You’re a great person.

It’s Troy’s loss for letting you go.]

Erik’s understanding made Imogen even more uncomfortable.

Imogen whispered to Grace after ending the conversation with Erik, “Grace, I need to take a call

outside. Find me if you need anything.”

Grace nodded obediently.

Imogen walked to the outdoor fire escape and dialed Troy’s number with an expressionless face.

“Ring… Ring…”

The phone rang for a long time. The call almost hung up automatically before Troy answered.

“Hello, Imogen?” Troy’s voice came through the phone. His voice sounded hoarse, as if he was half

awake.

Imogen didn’t notice the peculiarity in his voice and coldly questioned, “Troy, did you instruct Yann to

set a trap for the Hale family? How despicable can you be? You promised not to bother me anymore!

When have you ever kept your word?”

At the other end of the line, Troy fell silent for a while. He finally spoke weakly, “Is this how you see

me?”

He had eagerly picked up the call when he saw her name on the phone, only to be bombarded with

accusations. His heart sank.

“Isn’t it?” Imogen’s tone turned chilly. Her words were deliberate and sharp.

Troy let out a cold, humorless laugh. His voice tinged with bitterness. “Erik’s father knowingly

purchased inferior materials and got reported. How does that point to me?”

At this point, Troy had absolutely no credibility left with Imogen.

She dismissed his words as nonsense!

So what if Blake intentionally used inferior materials? Her goal was to gain Erik’s trust.

As for Blake, once Imogen had gathered evidence connecting him to the kidnappers and her father’s

death, she would ensure he faced the law’s full force.

Imogen chuckled coldly, “Seems like you understand this matter quite well, huh? That’s why you

teamed up with someone to report them, right?”

Was Imogen so afraid that Erik would dislike her for this?

“Cough… Cough… Cough…” Troy coughed violently. He struggled to regain his composure. He

sneered, “You’re fascinated with Erik to the point where you can’t differentiate right from wrong. But

don’t drag me into your mess. Blake got reported because of his actions. It has nothing to do with me.

Imogen couldn’t help but let out a sarcastic laugh. “Lies! Wasn’t it you who sent Yann? Why else would

he inexplicably target the Hale family?”

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“Imogen, you’re just pushing responsibility here. I’m not Yann. His actions have nothing to do with me.

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How would I know why he’s targeting the Hale family? Do you think he updates me on his every move,

even when he goes to the bathroom?”

“Troy, you’re not only untrustworthy but also a liar now. Look at yourself! I’m so glad we got divorced!”

Imogen’s words cut through Troy like a knife. He felt his heart stung deeply.

His eyes welled up with a touch of redness. He gazed up at the ceiling, feeling his throat was filled with

gritty sand, making it scratchy and unpleasant.

He tightened his fists, the knuckles audibly cracking under strain. He fought to maintain a steady voice

as he precisely articulated each word. “So, from your perspective, I’m perpetually at fault? Is that how

you see it?”

“You know what you’ve done. It’s clear in your conscience!”

“I’ve already said it wasn’t me. What will it take for you to believe? Do you want me to die?”

Imogen said nothing.

When Troy refused to admit anything, Imogen had no interest in continuing the argument with him. She

hung up the phone.

She placed her phone back in her bag, took a deep breath, and walked to the window. She stared into

the distance, lost in thought.

Back in the day, Troy had shone so brightly in her eyes. He was handsome, well–built,

knowledgeable, kind–hearted, well–off, and possessed various qualities that made Imogen deeply

enamored.

However, as time passed, Troy was nothing more than an ordinary man.

Troy was just like any other man when he looked past the rosy filters of youth. He was possessive and

stubborn.

The intense love Imogen once had now felt as insignificant as a tiny mosquito bite.

Thankfully, she had moved on in time.

Imogen planned to move abroad after she had avenged her father, far away from Troy.

The following day, Imogen was doing crafts at home with Grace.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

Imogen walked to the door and glanced at the electronic screen on the door lock. It was Yann.

She opened the door and raised an eyebrow at Yann. “What are you here for?”

Yann had a serious expression. He pursed his lips and said, “What did you say to Troy?”