Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 274 Death Threats

Unable to control herself, Imogen swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tightly gripped her sleeve as she looked around warily.

This floor belonged to only one household, with the elevator hall right outside the door and the fire escape next to it.

The surroundings were silent, with only faint noises from the elevator going up and down. But Imogen felt as if she could hear breathing behind the fire escape door—the person who delivered the paper must be hiding there, watching her reaction.

Imogen took a deep breath, turned around, and closed the door, locking it.

Leaning against the door panel, she let out a sigh of relief.

After a few minutes, Imogen calmed down and took a picture of the piece of paper to send to the property management, requesting them to retrieve the surveillance footage.

When she decided to investigate this matter, and when she received the death threat from Noah, she had already thought about the consequences, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

It had come to this point, and she couldn’t just give up.

Imogen picked up her phone and called Troy.

When the call connected, she immediately said, “Troy, I suddenly have something to do. Take Grace home with you. I won’t have any free time these days…”

It didn’t matter if something happened to her, but she couldn’t let Grace get involved.

Troy spoke on the other end of the phone, “We are already downstairs at your place.”

Imogen said, “Why don’t you go back first?”

Troy responded with a laugh, “He.”

Imogen didn’t say anything. “…”

Two minutes later, the doorbell outside rang again.

This time, Imogen checked through the electronic screen and confirmed that it was Troy and Grace before opening the door.

As soon as they entered, Grace let out a breath of relief and took off his shoes, jumping around and playing with the cat as if he had returned to his happy place.

Troy closed the door and looked at Imogen, saying, “You suddenly have something to do? What is it?”

“…I can’t say, but it’s really important. Can you take Grace and leave for now?”

On the side, Grace frowned and said, “Imogen, I want to sleep with you. Can I?”

Imogen walked over to him and said seriously, “Grace, I really has something important to do these days. Can you stay with Troy for now? When I’m free, you can come and play with me.”

“When will you be free? Can you still take me on an outing?”

“If it’s an outing, I can’t take you anymore.”

Grace wore a displeased expression and was about to say something when Troy asked, “What is this?”

holding the paper

improvised, “A prank

“A prank?”

“Yes.”

looked at her without moving

gaze, Imogen averted her eyes and said, “Grace, what do you

with an unrelated question, “I want to go on an

had a conflict with Emily, but in the end, they couldn’t go, which

it later. I will find a

action before the police

bring

nodded and said,

I will make it for

the kitchen

the lobby. Dressed in

enter the kitchen, Troy took the paper and went outside to make a

call connected, and he heard a casual voice from Yann. “What’s up?

Imogen’s place. Did

had that private detective named Noah do

“Sometime between six ten and six twenty

a prank, that

If not…

got

by the way, did you find out who

“I did.”

“Who?”

said

and looked at the door beside

before Imogen entrusted Noah with the case, probably to discuss the job.” Troy fell

a private detective to investigate the kidnapping case from years ago? Yann chuckled. “Hey, do you think maybe she still likes you, so

her investigate it, then. You’ve broken up with Sarah

about the kidnapping case online now,

to hire a private detective.

happened between me and her won’t change

Sarah, but there would also be many rats in the gutter

ago, he, as Sarah’s boyfriend, had been

bury the

that matter to threaten

Sarah is suffering the consequences of her own actions, he doesn’t

her.

sighed. “Yeah,

and heard some noise coming from the kitchen.

and glanced at him. “You’re here at the right time. Go and pick the bones from the chicken wings. I’m going to make honey–roasted

a plate

“… Alright.”

at Imogen, realizing she’s getting used