Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 366.1 Letter of Understanding I

Eleanor’s expression remained unchanged, pretending to be kind. “Girls, our only intention here is to rescue Murphy. We don’t want to hurt your friend. You have to feel for others. No one wants to see their children in jail. We only did that because we were desperate. A bad compromise is better than a good lawsuit. I hope you can think about it thoroughly.”

“You surely know how to talk nice!” Charlie rolled her eyes. “But after all, all you want is for us to forgive your son, right?”

“If Ms. Franco wants to scold me, just do it freely,” Eleanor said calmly, “After scolding, I hope Ms. Franco can calm down and think about it seriously. Which is more important, your dignity or your friend?”

Seeing Eleanor’s calm and relaxed look, Charlie was also discouraged, deflating immediately like a balloon.

She looked at Imogen. Although Eleanor said so, they only had one choice.

Imogen smiled mockingly, “Aren’t you sure we will compromise by doing this? What do we still need to think about?”

Eleanor smiled and took out paper and pen from her bag. “There is no other way. You two girls are loyal to your friend and aware of current affairs. I would be willing to be friends with you if it were me. Write the letter now. After you finish writing the letter of understanding, we will let your

friend go.”

Imogen took a look at the notebook before her, raised her head, and asked, “Do the conditions you offered earlier still count?”

little more benefit so as not

they count. Don’t worry, Ms. Forbes.”

random page, and wrote “Letter of Understanding” on it

this moment, there was a sudden sound

four turned to look

a crack was opened from the outside.

at each other

How could he have the key to their

strong figure appeared behind the door.

suit. He stood there with a

strode in. He looked at Jacob and

stood up, and stretched out his right hand. “Mr. Marshall, I have heard about you for a long time. Now that we have met today,

shook his hand and smiled lightly,

notebook lying flat on the table. The words [Letter

already written.

a little later, the

then glanced at Imogen, asking in a condemning tone, “Is this