Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 384.1 Self–rescue (1)

A faint moonlight shone in.

There was a short man with a buzz cut standing at the door. He looked at Imogen with the eyes of the goods, turning his head and saying to the people behind him, “She looks good, and should be able to sell a good price.”

Imogen’s heart went cold.

She wondered if she had met a trafficker.

Imogen thought of the women who had been abducted to remote areas in the past, and suffered more than one tragedy. If this was really the case, life would be worse than death.

The man behind him looked haggard and slovenly, his hair and beard looking like they had not been shaved for a long time. His voice was a little impatient, “Give me the money quickly.” Imogen felt a little familiar with him.

With a spark in her head, her pupils constricted, and she stared at the scruffy man outside.

He was… Blake!

Due to the police’s wanted arrest and investigation, and putting men at many train stations, bus stations and highway intersections, Blake was unable to leave New York City and could only hide. Several days ago, someone found his foothold, asked him to kidnap, and then sold the person to human traffickers into the ravine so that Imogen would never come back. Then he could be sent abroad to avoid being wanted, just like ten years ago.

Imogen who found out the clues and re–investigated the case that put him in

little bitch was still holding on to this

the ravine for the rest of her life and

taken Imogen out of New York City with the traffickers and watched her being sold to

he could not show up then. So

short man took out two dozen dollars from his pocket and said,

and took it from his hand,

a few, take

“You…”

but finally endured the anger, put the money in his pocket, glanced at Imogen in the room, “Remember your

worry, I know what

He did the job, could

sale was too close, and

with a hint of

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