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Chapter 337.2 Please Help Me (2)

Imogen didn’t know if it was her misunderstanding, but he seemed to be holding back something, and his words were a little unclear.

Imogen checked Facebook and found that his location was in a large hotel.

“Where’s your driver? Where’s Lane?” Imogen asked.

“The driver has gone home. Lane has work to do.”

Before Imogen could speak, he cut off Imogen’s words and said, “My cell phone is about to run out

of battery. I don’t have time to call other secretaries, so I have to ask you.”

Imogen frowned slightly and reluctantly agreed, “Okay. Just wait a moment. I’ll be here soon.” What a hassle.

She put down her work, picked up her coat and went out.

“Imogen, why are you going out so late?” Charlie asked suddenly while sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Imogen paused and said. “There is a night scene tonight…” “Oh…” Charlie glanced at her meaningfully. “Then go ahead.” Imogen changed her shoes in the entrance hall silently. Charlie asked again, “Then will you come back tonight?” “I’m not sure.”

“All right.”

There was a street before Imogen could reach the hotel.

She put on her Bluetooth headset and called Troy, “Hey, I’m almost there. Should I go to the underground garage or just wait for you outside?”

“Outside. Drive the car to the main road, opposite the convenience store, and wait for me in the

car.”

Imogen was a little confused but still responded, “Okay.”

After hanging up the phone, she realized Troy’s phone still hadn’t died.

Did he borrow a power bank?

Imogen drove the car to the designated location and stopped. While waiting, she lowered the window and looked around.

“Let’s go.”

Troy appeared out of nowhere, quickly opened the back seat door and got in, leaning back on the

seat.

Imogen was startled and turned to look at him. “Where did you come from…”

Halfway through her words, she stopped abruptly.

Troy’s face flushed, he was panting heavily, his chest was heaving violently, and his whole body seemed exhausted. His clothes were in a mess, full of wrinkles and some traces of dust.

“Troy, what’s wrong with you?” Imogen asked solemnly.

“It’s nothing,” Troy raised his arm and put it across his eyes, saying hoarsely, “It’s just at someone used dirty tricks to plot against me.”

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“Then I’ll take you to the hospital now?”

Troy paused, then suddenly put his arm down, staring at her. “You don’t have to go if you can help

me.”

Imogen went directly to the hospital without saying anything.

“Send me back to Galaxy Villa.” Troy suddenly said, “I’ll ask Willard to go there.”

“OK.”

On the way back, Imogen occasionally looked at Troy’s condition through the rearview mirror. He closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, frowning and motionless.

“Troy, are you okay?”

“No, can you park the car? We can do it in the car…”

Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Imogen glared at him and stepped on the accelerator. Troy called Willard and explained his situation on the phone.

Willard said helplessly, “Troy, is this the first time you have experienced this? Let me tell you the truth. There is no antidote to this medicine. Just bear with it and wait for the effect of the medicine to pass and be metabolized.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

Willard didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he felt Troy seemed very happy.

Troy slowly took the phone away from his ear.

Imogen glanced at the rearview mirror and met Troy’s gaze.

The flames of desire were beating in his eyes.

Imogen’s heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed. “Willard will be there soon, right?”

“He said there was no antidote, and I must vent it.”

Imogen paused and felt a little guilty. “How could this happen… Why don’t you go bathroom…”

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“Imogen…” Troy suddenly leaned forward, holding on to the back of the driver’s seat, and begged in Imogen’s ear, “Please help me, okay?”

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