Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 Guess What I Drew 

The host exclaimed excitedly, “We’re really lucky today! We’ve drawn Mr. Marshall. Please come on stage, Mr. Marshall.” 

The media’s cameras clicked away, with flashes kept going off. 

The live chat was exploding with comments. 

[It’s so fake.] 

[Was it arranged?] 

[Now there’s a good show to watch.] 

Troy stood up and went on stage. 

“Before we start the interaction, let’s have a brief interview. Mr. Marshall, do you know what the 

first interactive game tonight is?” 

“I don’t know.” Troy shook his head. 

He really didn’t know. 

Marshall Group had ventures in various industries with numerous brands under its umbrella. Troy often participated in such events and was accustomed to it. He usually left after giving a speech and didn’t bother to understand the entire flow of the event. 

“You must know it’s an interaction with Ms. Forbes, right? Can you share your impression of Ms. Forbes?” 

Troy glanced at Imogen beside him. “She’s exceptionally capable. Without Imogen, McKesson wouldn’t have achieved its current success. I sincerely thank her for that.” 

The host cleared his throat, deliberately glancing at the media below. “Mr. Marshall, we’re hoping to hear something else.” 

Troy hadn’t expected the host to probe further. He subtly looked at Imogen. 

The host’s script was written by internal staff and wouldn’t deviate unexpectedly. It seemed that Imogen had influenced this question. 

Troy knew Imogen’s intention was to use their relationship to stir up a topic and generate buzz. 

Gossip about a man and a woman always attracted attention, especially with Sarah sitting in the audience. 

The director even gave Sarah a few shots. 

When the host asked this, the media perked up, fearing they might miss something. 

Netizens in the live broadcast room were also eagerly watching the drama unfold. The popularity skyrocketed on the live stream, trending on various platforms. 

After a moment of silence, Troy answered, “Imogen is smart and understanding.” 

It was a safe answer that couldn’t go wrong. 

The host laughed. “I didn’t expect you to be so cunning, Mr. Marshall.” 

“Let’s interview Ms. Forbes next. How is your relationship with each other?” 

Imogen held the microphone, smiled at the camera, and deliberately paused for a moment. 

The barrage was getting anxious. 

The audience was silent. 

After building anticipation, Imogen finally said with a smile, “You guess.” 

The barrage: [I’m so done. I was so ready, and you give me this?] 

“Ms. Forbes, you’re even more cunning than Mr. Marshall. Alright, let’s start our first interactive game called Thread the Needle. Let me explain the rules.” 

As the name suggested, threading a needle was threading string into a needle. 

But the rule was not to use hands but mouths. 

That was to say, one person held the needle with their lips, and the other held the thread, and they had to cooperate to thread the needle. 

It was easy to imagine that the interaction between the two participants would be intimate and suggestive. 

When the game rules were announced, someone broke through the barrage: [Damn, who came up with this game rule?] 

[How can there be a product launch event to engage in such an interactive game?] 

The guests below laughed and watched the drama unfold while the media was overjoyed. This type of game, such as a man and woman drunk wine together, usually appeared on variety shows and reality television. No one expected such a game at a product launch. It was easy to imagine that once the video was released, it would instantly become popular. 

Troy lowered his eyes. 

Needless to say, this game was also allowed by Imogen. 

It was predictable that after the press conference, Imogen might be chased and scolded again. 

The staff brought the props. 

“Who will hold the needle, and who will hold the thread? Please discuss,” the host said. 

Imogen looked at the needle and thread and asked Troy, “Which one do you want?” 

Troy quickly picked up the needle, biting one end in his mouth. Imogen then picked up thread, holding the end with her lips, leaving a bit of thread exposed. 

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“The game starts now. You have two minutes. If you don’t succeed within the time limit, you will face a penalty.” 

Imogen and Troy exchanged glances and began the threading process. 

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Troy held the needle, moving it towards the thread held by Imogen. Imogen coordinated with Troy. 

Their foreheads almost touched, noses brushing against each other, creating a romantic atmosphere. 

The photographer knew the drill and zoomed in on their faces. 

Accidentally, their lips brushed against each other. 

At this moment, the director gave a shot to Sarah sitting below. 

The barrage exploded again. 

This game was challenging. 

It looked close to success a few times, but it was always a little short. 

[Damn, this woman didn’t shake it on purpose, did she?] 

[It was all like this. I didn’t believe they didn’t have a romantic relationship.] [Actually, it was nothing. Wasn’t it just a game?] 

A countdown began to appear on the big screen. 

Finally, in the last ten seconds, the thread went through the needle. 

They succeeded. 

“Congratulations to Mr. Marshall and Ms. Forbes for avoiding the penalty. What a pity! Now, Mr. Marshall, please return to your seat. We will draw the next interactive guest.” 

The screen started rolling, and unsurprisingly, it landed on Sarah. 

[It’s definitely staged.] 

[The planning is smart 

Under everyone’s gaze, Sarah went on stage. 

The camera captured Sarah and Imogen in the same frame. 

People didn’t expect that there would be such a day, and it seemed a little harmonious. 

However, the barrage was not very harmonious, with arguments breaking out. 

The host first interviewed Sarah, “We all know that Ms. Page is the spokesperson for McKesson, and it’s her first endorsement after returning to the country. How did Ms. Page get the endorsement for McKesson? Is there a special story behind it?” 

Sarah replied, “There’s no special coincidence. Both parties were interested, so we signed the 

contract.” 

“Oh? There are rumors online that Ms. Page got this endorsement because of Mr. Marshall. What do 

you think?” 

The question was direct and pointed. 

Sarah glanced at Troy below and smiled. “That’s not true.” 

The host smiled knowingly. “I see, I see.” 

She looked at the camera and said, “Dear friends in front of the screen, do you understand?” 

The barrage was filled: [I understand.] 

However, some of Sarah’s fans were angry: [What’s wrong with this host? Sarah said it was not true. Why is she stirring things up?] 

“Next question, what’s your impression of each other? Ms. Forbes, you go first.” 

“My impression of Ms. Page is that she’s beautiful and gentle.” 

It was as if she hadn’t said anything. 

“Ms. Page, what about you?” 

Sarah looked at Imogen. “She’s obedient and understanding. The first time I met Ms. Forbes, she -was only 16 and very polite.” 

Her answer was similar to Troy’s, but Sarah’s answer had more information.