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.

the elevator. Imogen saw that the up button was on. She lowered

cell phone ringtone

seconds to realize the situation. Then she raised her head and was startled

why didn’t

that she thought the person waiting

held 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

makeup at the police

her hair, which was initially in a

clothes she was wearing were

with pain and then became gloomy and terrifying, full of

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

between the two elevator doors, pressed the cigarette butt on the top of the trash can, and crushed it hard. The sparks disappeared, and the

saw densely packed cigarette butts on it, and a layer of soot was

shivered out of fear as if it was her had been crashed by Troy rather

butt.

back and swallowed. “Troy, what’s

1/2

it just because she didn’t answer his

and stared directly at Imogen, approaching step by step, trying his best to restrain his impulse, and asked in a hoarse

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

“Anything else?”

to the bar