Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 352.1 How to Match Him (1)

Ivette often came here, and the service staff recognized her with a flattering smile.

In addition to her relationship with the private room guests, the waiter said directly, “Mr. Dodd asked to reserve the room a few days ago, and Mr. Harrington is already there.”

Ivette’s expression changed as it turned out to be her cousin.

“Are there any other people?”

“It seems… several young masters are also here.”

Ivette’s face turned

green.

These few were all wealthy sons with a good relationship with Yohan. Some of them were smart and successful, while others relied on their families for entertainment. However, each person’s background was not simple.

If there was no middleman, Imogen would not be able to be in the same private room as them. Yohan was the middleman.

Ivette was surprised that Yohan brought Imogen to meet his friends.

She thought, “Why?

Could it be that he likes Imogen and intends to be with her?

Imogen, a divorced woman, match

in anger, her face turning red, and she felt her chest filled with anger that had nowhere to vent.

no self–awareness! She just came when Yohan asked her to?

she’s

to the seventh floor and headed

show Imogen who’s boss.

Ivette

Imogen openly, Yohan will definitely not be

a while, took out her phone, opened Facebook, and typed: [Murphy, can you come

thought he should be in the

be there in

asked again: [What’s

matter. She typed: [After you arrive, come to the first floor booth and find me.

tokay.]

smirked as she put away her phone and went to the

that Murphy

she looked down on him because he was a playboy who only knew how to indulge in food, drink,

to Match

he could still be a

a leather jacket and tight pants, arrived at Vanton Nightclub. He found Ivette at the booth and sat down in front of her, smiling, “Ivette, what’s the matter?” Ivette brought

casually said, “Hey, by the way, where were you when I sent you a message? You

you didn’t message me, I would still come.”

knowingly, “Why? Did you make a date with a beauty?”

He invited us. If you don’t believe me,