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.

elevator. Imogen saw that the up button was on. She lowered her head and looked

later, the familiar cell phone ringtone

Then she raised her head and was startled

why didn’t you say

looking at her phone so seriously just now that she thought the person waiting for the elevator next to her was

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

that she put on makeup at the

her hair, which was initially in a bun,

was wearing were also

gloomy and terrifying, full of hostility

extremely low. His downturned fists were clenched so hard that his joints creaked, and he looked at Imogen without saying

the top of the trash

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

if it was her had been crashed by Troy rather than the

butt.

and swallowed.

1/2

it just because she didn’t answer

trying his best to restrain his impulse, and asked in a hoarse

thick smell of smoke and an aggressive male aura loomed over. Imogen subconsciously held her breath and said, “Just

“Anything else?”

bar and