Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 326.2 Angel in Disguise (2)

“I am perfectly calm. I have only one demand. You have to compensate me!” The young woman exclaimed.

“I’m sorry,

but I can’t do that,” the server replied.

“Where is your manager?”

“I’ll get the manager for you. Besides, today’s my last day on this job anyway.”

The server had no idea that her day would take such a disastrous turn. The young woman bumped into herself, yet now she dared to demand such a hefty sum for an accident she caused herself.

“You… I’m calling the police!” The young woman demanded.

“Calling the police? Are you going to report yourself?” Imogen intervened.

The young woman turned to look at Imogen, giving her a few skeptical glances. “Who are you? Mind your own business!” She exclaimed.

“I am minding my own business. Miss Wade is my friend.” Imogen gestured toward Ann, who was wearing a uniform, nodding in confirmation.

“Ms. Forbes.” Ann felt a pang of guilt and addressed Imogen.

she didn’t deserve to have

pointed at the surveillance cameras and

Wade generously offered to cover your dry cleaning costs, which was considerate. If you wish to involve the authorities, feel free to do so. We’re prepared to see this matter

complexion turned pale as she stared intently

It all clicked when she recalled the server addressing Imogen as “Ms. Forbes” earlier. An astonishing thought rushed through her mind. “Are you Imogen?” She asked.

Imogen confirmed, assuming the woman before her had recognized her from photos she might have seen online.

young woman sneered and scrutinized Imogen from head to toe. “The Forbes family seems awfully nosy, huh? Always sticking their noses where they don’t belong. You’ve received

tone.

moment, and a specific person came to mind.

woman hurled her spiteful comment. Imogen smiled wryly and sneered, “Well, blame it on my mom for dying early

anger. “Seriously, who do you think you are, whether you’re in

even cursed her

no surprise that Troy

defiantly and countered.

in

the habit of making a scene and placing blame loudly

it, after

in childhood when she accidentally bumped her head.

after all these years, you’d still be so unreasonable,” Imogen retorted, taking out her phone, “Do you want to

side, was

mother from as far back as