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.”

had no one to care

believe Troy could still

a capable private detective. I will give his Facebook account

“Okay.”

gave Imogen the detective’s Facebook

all black, with a white circle in the middle. There was an eye in the circle, staring straight at Imogen. That kind of weird feeling sent a chill down her spine.

name was “Prophet“.

immediately added the detective on Facebook.

the application very

a message.

Prophet: [Noah Dawson.]

are a powerful detective. Do you have time to come out tomorrow and have a chat?]

are you

morning tomorrow. See you

[No problem.]

[See you tomorrow.]

box, and taught it the way. She fed it some

want to sleep in the cat’s nest, so it

it, the sheet was already scratched by

its legs were too short, it couldn’t get

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

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

replied quickly. [I’ll be there

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

door of

and met

a

walked directly towards Imogen, pulled away the chair opposite Imogen, and sat

“Mr. Dawson?”

off his sunglasses and

down. “Mr. Dawson, what

Imogen couldn’t believe the messy man in front of her was the one

Noah leaned back in his chair and said casually,

waiter and

and asked with a smile,

many

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