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.”

she was alone and had no one to care about, so she could go anywhere.

believe Troy could still pester her after she immigrated.

capable private detective. I will give his Facebook account

“Okay.”

her phone and gave Imogen the detective’s Facebook

with a white circle in the middle. There was an eye in the circle, staring straight at Imogen. That kind of weird

Facebook name

the detective on Facebook.

the application

sent a message. [Imogen.]

Prophet: [Noah Dawson.]

heard from my friend that you are a powerful detective. Do you have time

When are you

See you at the coffee

[No problem.]

[See you tomorrow.]

and taught it the way. She fed it some food and then

nest, so it got

it, the sheet was already scratched by its

short, it couldn’t get on the

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

she fed Mochi some food, gave him a

at the coffee shop. She glanced at the phone screen, found a remote place

replied quickly. [I’ll be there in a

later, a man came 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

the door of the coffee

looked over and met his

a

directly towards Imogen, pulled away the chair opposite

“Mr. Dawson?”

He took off his sunglasses

up and down. “Mr. Dawson, what would you

believe the messy man in front of her

leaned back in his chair and said casually,

waiter and ordered

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

many

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