Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 206 The Private Detective

Imogen returned to her apartment and put the pet carrier on the floor.

As Mochi was unfamiliar with the environment, it huddled in the carrier and dared not come out, carefully observing the surrounding environment through the hole.

Imogen took out cat treats and squeezed out a little at the door of the carrier.

Mochi sniffed, raised its tail up, and poked its head cautiously.

Mochi relaxed a little, perhaps because it was familiar with Imogen. It lowered its head and gobbled the cat treats in a few seconds.

After eating, it licked the floor and sniffed. Without finding the food, it looked up at Imogen. “Mew…”

Imogen’s heart softened. She brought over the cat bowl and squeezed all the cat treats into it. Mochi ate it with relish and licked the bowl clean.

It raised its head, looked at the new environment around it, and explored carefully.

At nine o’clock in the evening, when Charlie came back, Mochi was familiar with the apartment and could walk around in the living room.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, it rushed under the table.

Charlie was taken aback. “Did a big mouse run past me?”

Imogen burst into laughter. “What are you talking about? It’s Mochi!”

“The cute kitten!” Charlie threw her bag on the sofa, knelt on the ground, looked under the table, and met Mochi’s eyes.

Charlie’s eyes lit up. “It’s so cute, little cat! Come out! Let me hold you!”

Mochi poked its head under the table, not daring to come out.

Imogen got up, brought over the canned cat food, and handed it to Charlie.

Charlie immediately opened it, took out the freeze–dried cat food, put it in her palm, and stretched her arm to the bottom of the table. “Sweetie, come and eat. It’s delicious!”

Mochi still refused to come out.

Charlie was tired of kneeling. She put the food on the floor at the edge of the table, stood up, and collapsed on the sofa. “Did that dimwit come to pester you again?”

Imogen responded and met Charlie’s worried eyes. She said, “Don’t worry. I won’t be soft this time. He said let me treat him to three meals. If he pesters me again, I will immigrate after my dad’s

business is done.”

no one to care about, so she could

still pester her after she

way, I’ve asked my friend. He knows a capable private detective. I will give his Facebook

“Okay.”

and gave Imogen the detective’s

There was an eye in the

Facebook name was

the

passed the application very quickly.

a

Prophet: [Noah Dawson.]

you are a powerful detective. Do you have time

are you

morning tomorrow. See you at

[No problem.]

[See you tomorrow.]

the litter box, and taught it the way. She fed it some food and then carried it into the cat’s

nest, so it got on the bed with its paws hooked on the sheets.

saw it, the sheet was already scratched by its sharp

short, it couldn’t

the quilt and went to bed, allowing Mochi to walk on the bed. Then, she

the next morning, she fed Mochi some food, gave him a ring, and

phone screen, found a remote

be there

into the coffee shop when it was almost nine o’clock. He was about thirty years old with a brown leather jacket and overalls on his lower body. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses. His hair was a little long, as if he didn’t have a haircut for

of the coffee

and met

a

pulled away the chair opposite Imogen,

“Mr. Dawson?”

off his sunglasses and put them aside.

down. “Mr. Dawson, what would you like to drink?”

man in front of her was the one who had that

Noah leaned back in his chair and said casually,

and ordered

looked at Noah and asked with a smile, “Mr. Dawson, how

many

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