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.

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

the familiar cell phone ringtone rang

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

why didn’t you say

phone so seriously just now that she thought

fell on her cheek. Under the light, a scar different from the skin color next to

makeup at

hair, which was initially in a bun, was now

was wearing

then became gloomy and terrifying, full

low. His downturned fists were clenched so hard that his joints creaked, and he looked

few seconds later, Troy walked between the two elevator doors, pressed the cigarette butt on the top of the trash can, and crushed it

butts on it, and

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

butt.

step back and swallowed. “Troy,

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

turned around and stared directly at Imogen, approaching step by step, trying his best to restrain his impulse, and asked in a hoarse voice, “Where did you go when you left the police station today?”

smell of smoke and an aggressive male aura loomed over. Imogen

“Anything else?”

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