Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 333.2 Are You Going to Film? (2)

Next, Troy called two more secretaries, but no one answered.

He looked at Imogen in embarrassment. “Maybe they have something to do now.”

Just that was so coincidental?

Imogen took the phone and glanced at the call record, but it was indeed not connected. The call with Lane had already been deleted by Troy by inputting other secretary numbers.

Imogen only assumed that the first call he made was from another secretary and asked, “Didn’t you call Lane?”

Troy said, “I don’t know if he has finished his work today. Let me call him.”

He dialled Lane’s phone number.

After dozens of seconds, no one answered, and the call was automatically hung up.

Troy showed Imogen a glance at the interface.

“All right.”

She frowned. “You sit down first. I need to read the script. Don’t disturb me, and I’ll try calling again later.”

“Read the script?” Troy raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the script in her hand. “Are you going to film?”

“Yes.”

“What kind of script?”

“As for the last one, it turned out to be Sarah’s role. She couldn’t make it anymore, and the director couldn’t find a suitable one for a while, so the director asked me to come.”

Upon hearing it, Troy changed his expression slightly.

he remembered correctly, this character was a witch, and her clothes were relatively revealing compared to those from a

film, I can choose some good roles for

refused directly. “I’m just helping the director fill a gap, and the role of

was a villain, she was not a brainless

lowered his

divorce, she worked both as a photographer and

seen her have any hobbies. After work, if there were nothing else, she

the bed and said no more.

room fell

and went to the bathroom

Troy still sitting by the bed,

you contacted them

but

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raised his eyes. His eyes darkened, and his Adam’s apple rolled up and down.

eyes were moist, and her delicate skin was

too coincidental.

Troy suspiciously. “Give

coat in

the phone, but it

to be really bad.

it really a coincidence?

we do?” Imogen frowned and casually placed his phone on

“If

go to the guest

Imogen flatly refused.

would be terrible if

could imagine the disappointed gaze of Charlie.

“Then…” Troy hesitated.

him, which was to

the sleep of