Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 298,1

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Chapter 298.1 I Won’t Be Soft–Hearted(1)

Sarah was taken away by the police, and Imogen left the party.

There was a lot of discussion in the hall, and some people glanced at Troy from time to time.

With Terry keeping the party in order, the original bustle was restored.

“Excuse me,” Troy said to the people around him and left.

After Imogen provided evidence and gave a statement, it was already ten o’clock in the evening when she came out of the interrogation room.

She walked towards Charlie, who was waiting in the hall. “Let’s go.”

Charlie put away her phone and asked, “All good?”

“Yes. They will summon me if anything happens later.”

Charlie already knew what had happened at noon. She said, full of indignation, “Sarah is really disgusting. You must not be soft–hearted. You can’t agree with anyone who asks you to forgive her. Just leave her to be in jail!”

She was talking about someone.

Imogen smiled and said, “I know. I won’t be soft–hearted.”

Even if Sarah told her now that she could testify immediately, she would not relent. Imogen came out of the police department, the cold wind hitting her face.

There were few people on the street.

Imogen’s car was parked on the roadside.

A black car behind it had double flashes, which was particularly eye–catching at night.

Imogen glanced at it. When she saw the license plate number, she raised her eyebrows slightly, a trace of sarcasm flashing in her eyes.

It was Troy’s car.

He also came to the police department.

“Is he so eager to pull some strings for Sarah?” She thought.

Imogen looked away, walked towards her car, opened the shotgun seat door, and got in.

Charlie started the car and drove away slowly.

Charlie was angry and couldn’t help but complain about Sarah.

Having finished complaining, Charlie took a breath and drove seriously.

Suddenly, she asked, “Imogen, look at the car behind. It seems to have been following us.” Imogen glanced through the right rearview mirror and frowned irritably. “It’s Troy’s car.” “He is really affectionate towards Sarah!” She thought secretly.

“What?” Charlie widened her eyes and said, “Why is he following us? Could it be to write a letter of understanding? Imogen, you must not agree.”

“I won’t.” Imogen nodded.

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In the black Porsche Cayenne, Troy received information from his subordinate and learned what Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

had happened at noon.

His eyes were deep, and his big hands slowly tightened. A hint of viciousness came into his eyes.

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He didn’t expect Sarah’to dare to plot against Imogen.

If Imogen hadn’t been prepared, Troy couldn’t imagine what would happen next…

He was grateful that Imogen was fine…

Troy was originally very angry. He was angry with Imogen because she kept pushing him. away.

But after learning what happened at noon, all his anger disappeared, leaving only worry.

Now, he just wanted to hold her tightly…

Troy swiped the phone screen, found a number, paused for a few seconds, and dialed it.

Imogen’s phone rang.

She saw the caller ID and declined it.

Charlie glanced over and asked, “Is it Troy calling?”

“Yes.”

“Good job. Just leave him alone.”

Just half a minute later, Troy called again.

Imogen declined it again and turned off the phone.

The black car was following not too far behind.

Troy listened to the mechanical beeps on the phone and pressed his lips.

Before, she just refused his help, but today, she refused to answer his call.

Troy wondered why.

He thought, “Is it because she saw me and Sarah together tonight?

“Is she angry?

“If so… does she like me a little?”

Troy couldn’t believe it.

Charlie drove the car to the entrance of the apartment’s underground garage. The gate barrier automatically rose after recognizing the license plate number. Charlie drove the car in, and the barrier fell down.

The apartment was strictly managed, and non–owner’s vehicle was not allowed to enter.

Charlie stopped the car in the parking space. Imogen unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car. She came to the elevator and pressed the up button.

The elevator came down from the tenth floor.

Suddenly, footsteps came from not far away, especially loud in the silent underground garage.

Charlie didn’t pay attention. She was typing on her phone to reply to her father’s questions.

Imogen pressed her lips and lowered her eyes.

Somehow, she had a strange premonition that the footsteps belonged to Troy.

But then, she realized he wasn’t allowed to drive in.

“Imogen.”

A familiar voice sounded behind her.

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