Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

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Chapter 337.2 Please Help Me (2)

Imogen didn’t know if it was her misunderstanding, but he seemed to be holding back something, and his words were a little unclear.

Imogen checked Facebook and found that his location was in a large hotel.

“Where’s your driver? Where’s Lane?” Imogen asked.

“The driver has gone home. Lane has work to do.”

Before Imogen could speak, he cut off Imogen’s words and said, “My cell phone is about to run out

of battery. I don’t have time to call other secretaries, so I have to ask you.”

Imogen frowned slightly and reluctantly agreed, “Okay. Just wait a moment. I’ll be here soon.” What a hassle.

She put down her work, picked up her coat and went out.

“Imogen, why are you going out so late?” Charlie asked suddenly while sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Imogen paused and said. “There is a night scene tonight…” “Oh…” Charlie glanced at her meaningfully. “Then go ahead.” Imogen changed her shoes in the entrance hall silently. Charlie asked again, “Then will you come back tonight?” “I’m not sure.”

“All right.”

There was a street before Imogen could reach the hotel.

She put on her Bluetooth headset and called Troy, “Hey, I’m almost there. Should I go to the underground garage or just wait for you outside?”

“Outside. Drive the car to the main road, opposite the convenience store, and wait for me in the

car.”

was a little confused but still responded,

the phone, she realized Troy’s phone

he borrow a power

drove the car to the designated location and stopped. While waiting, she lowered the window and looked

“Let’s go.”

seat door and got in, leaning back on

seat.

to look at him. “Where did you come

her words, she

he was panting heavily, his chest was heaving violently, and his whole body seemed exhausted. His

you?” Imogen asked

eyes, saying hoarsely, “It’s just

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to the hospital

arm down, staring at her. “You don’t have to go

me.”

the hospital

Galaxy Villa.” Troy suddenly said, “I’ll ask

“OK.”

occasionally looked at Troy’s condition through the rearview mirror. He closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair,

you

you park the car? We can

Imogen glared at him and stepped on the accelerator. Troy called

you have experienced this? Let me tell you the truth. There is no antidote to this medicine. Just bear with it and wait for the effect of

“Really?”

“Of course.”

was his illusion, but

phone away