Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 320.2 Safe, (2)

“Why don’t you pick him up? Maybe there’s something important.” Yohan said, “Jeff has arrived in New York City this afternoon. Maybe something has come out in the interrogation.”

Thinking of the truth she learned in the morning, Imogen pursed her lips, hung up, and turned off the phone. “It’s okay, no need to answer it.”

Yohan’s eyes flashed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

After dinner, it was almost seven o’clock.

“Let’s go. Where do you live? I’ll take you back.” Yohan said.

Imogen told him the address of the apartment.

Yohan took Imogen to the gate of the apartment. Imogen opened the door and exited the car, waving to Yohan. “Thank you, Hann. I won’t invite you up. Bye.”

“See you then.”

After Imogen entered the apartment, Yohan drove away.

Imogen turned on her mobile phone while walking into the apartment lobby.

A bunch of call records came in again, which were all from Troy.

up button was on. She lowered her head and looked at the number on the screen. She

later, the familiar cell phone

raised her head and

didn’t you say

her phone so seriously just now that she thought the person waiting for the elevator next to her was another homeowner.

an unfinished cigarette in his hand and stared at her. His eyes fell on her cheek. Under the light, a scar different from the skin color next to it was

she put on makeup at the police station

her hair, which was initially in

was wearing

terrifying, full of hostility as if

were clenched so hard that his joints creaked, and he looked at Imogen without saying a

Troy walked between the two elevator doors, pressed the cigarette butt on the top of the trash can, and crushed it hard.

line of sight, Imogen saw densely packed cigarette butts on it, and a layer of soot was spread under the floor where he

it was her had been crashed by Troy rather than

butt.

back and swallowed. “Troy, what’s wrong with you?”

1/2

so weird today. Was it just because she didn’t answer

to restrain his impulse, and asked in

smell of smoke and an aggressive male aura loomed over. Imogen subconsciously held her breath

“Anything else?”

bar and had a