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?

someone like Imogen, a divorced woman,

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?

know she’s qualified or not?”

the seventh floor and headed straight for

must show Imogen who’s boss.

there, Ivette suddenly stopped.

I target Imogen openly, Yohan will definitely not

phone, opened Facebook, and typed: [Murphy, can

thought he should be in the private room now.

replied: [I’ll be there in ten

asked again: [What’s wrong, Ivette?]

you arrive,

tokay.]

her phone and went

had always known that

only knew how to indulge in food,

to

still be a

He found Ivette at the booth and sat down in front of her, smiling, “Ivette, what’s the matter?” Ivette brought up a trivial matter and showed concern for him. Murphy was very pleased, and the smile

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

the way here. Even if you didn’t message me, I would

you make

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