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.”

one to care about,

didn’t believe Troy could still pester her after

knows a capable private detective.

“Okay.”

out her phone and gave Imogen the

was an eye in the circle, staring straight at Imogen. That kind of weird feeling sent a chill down

name was

the

the application

sent a

Prophet: [Noah Dawson.]

friend that you are a powerful detective. Do you

are you

tomorrow. See you at the coffee shop

[No problem.]

[See you tomorrow.]

carried it to the litter box, and taught it the way. She fed it some

so

was already scratched

legs were too short, it

on

the next morning, she fed Mochi some food, gave him

arrived at the coffee shop. She glanced at the phone screen, found a remote place to sit down, and

be there in a few minutes.]

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

of the

over and met

a

towards Imogen, pulled away the chair opposite

“Mr. Dawson?”

nodded. He took off

down. “Mr. Dawson,

man in front of her

you,” Noah leaned back in his

and ordered a cappuccino.

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

many

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