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.”

to care about, so she

could still pester her

capable private

“Okay.”

gave Imogen the detective’s Facebook account.

There was an eye in the circle, staring straight at Imogen.

name was

added the detective on Facebook.

passed the application very quickly.

immediately sent a

Prophet: [Noah Dawson.]

powerful detective. Do you have

When are you available?]

you at the coffee shop

[No problem.]

[See you tomorrow.]

the way. She fed it some food and then carried

sleep in the cat’s nest, so it got on the

Imogen saw it, the sheet was already scratched by its sharp claws.

its legs were too short, it couldn’t get on the

on the bed. Then, she turned off the lights and went to

fed Mochi some food, gave him a ring,

screen, found

replied quickly. [I’ll be there in a

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

man stopped at the door of the

and

a

Imogen, pulled away the chair opposite Imogen, and sat down.

“Mr. Dawson?”

Noah nodded. He took off his sunglasses and put them aside.

“Mr. Dawson, what would you

believe the messy man in front of her was the one who had

Noah leaned back in his chair and said casually,

and ordered a

Noah and asked with a smile, “Mr.

many

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