Chapter 277
Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper
Chapter 277 FatherâDaughter Relationship
It as no wonder.
No wonder Imogen could not find any news about what happened that year on the Internet. No wonder Sarah dared to push Imogen unscrupulously just now. It was because Sarah knew Imogen needed her help and didnât dare to call the police.
At this moment, Imogenâs originally clear thoughts suddenly turned into a mess, like tangled wool, which could not be unraveled no matter what.
Before coming in, she had already thought of words to persuade the victim.
But the news that Sarah was the victim caught her off guard and messed up her preparations.
She suddenly didnât know what to do.
Would Sarah agree to testify?
Imogen felt unsure.
She took a deep breath, limped to the edge of the sofa, and sat down. âLetâs not mention our previous grudges. You know the purpose of my meeting with you. I hope you can come forward. and testify against Blake. He is the kidnapper who caused your accident. Donât you want them to get the punishment they deserve?â
Sarah chuckled lightly and pointed at her own face. âDonât mention our previous grudges? Why not? I remember you just slapped me a few days ago!â
Imogen closed her eyes and took a deep breath. âI apologize to you.â
âWhatâs the use of apologizing?â Sarah raised her eyebrows and said, âUnless you let me slap back!â
Seeing Imogenâs silence, Sarah laughed. âImogen, you can stand up for grandpa Henry, who is not related by blood, but you canât get a slap for your father?â
âOkay, you can slap me back.â
Imogen took a deep breath, stood up slowly, and walked limping in front of Sarah.
A triumphant smile appeared on the corner of Sarahâs mouth. In the next second, she stood up and slapped Imogenâs face fiercely!
The force was so great that Imogen couldnât stand still. She pushed her right foot back
subconsciously, and a piercing pain came from her ankle. The pain made her tremble all over. She couldnât hold on and fell to the ground.
The left side of her cheek was burning and painful and gradually became red and swollen. Half of her face was hot to the base of the ears.
Imogenâs back was covered with cold sweat, and the roots of her hair were wet.
She took a deep breath, got up from the ground, sat back on the sofa, and asked hoarsely, âCan we talk about real business now?â
âYes, we can, butâ¦â Sarah crossed her legs, looked at Imogenâs embarrassed appearance, and was in a good mood. âThe thing has already happened, so whatâs the use of punishment? The kidnappers havenât been brought to justice for so many years, so it doesnât matter to me. So, why should I make things more complicated now?â
Imogen pressed her lower lips. âDo you not want to make things more complicated, or do you not want to help me? Those kidnappers have committed a heinous crime. Do you really not want
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them to pay the price? I think you should know why I came to you.â
âI know. The chief has told me that you want the kidnappers to be arrested and then follow them to track down the driver who killed your dad, but so what? Thatâs your dad, not mine. I just donât want to help you. Whatâs wrong with that?â Sarah smiled disdainfully.
Sarah mocked the deep love between Imogen and her father.
Sarah wondered what would Imogenâs expression be if she knew that she was not Ignacioâs daughter but the unwanted child left behind by her motherâs affair.
Sarah felt that it must be exciting.
Sarahâs contemptuous attitude made Imogen feel increasingly irritable.
Imogen endured it and said in a deep voice, âThe kidnappers targeted my dad because he wanted to rescue the hostages as soon as possible and secretly took photos of the kidnappers. He died. because of you. If nothing happened to him, maybe the kidnappers would have been brought to justice long ago. Okay, I donât expect you to thank him, but donât you even have any sympathy? Can you really bear to let a person who upholds social fairness and justice and truly cares about the people die in such an unexplained way?â
Sarah smiled and said, âYes, I donât care about that.â
After saying that, Sarah tilted her head to look at Imogen, raising an eyebrow with a âwhat can you do about it?â expression.
The corners of Imogenâs mouth twitched as she felt speechless.
Imogen stared at Sarah angrily, and her heart was full of anger. Her fingers were tightly clenched into fists, so she could restrain her urge to go up and give Sarah two slaps.
Imogen had completely lost her hope on Sarah.
She could only hope that Dustin was not a liar and that he could bring Jeff back to the country.
At this time, Imogenâs phone suddenly heard a notification tone.
She clicked it and saw that it was Dustinâs reply.
He replied: [Oh, shit! We have caught Jeff. Who knew he ran away when we were approaching the border!]
Fearing that she would not believe it, Dustin also sent a few MMS messages, which were photos of Jeff being tied.
Imogen identified it, and his appearance was indeed similar to the wanted photo of Jeff. It seemed that Dustin was not a liar, but Jeff ran awayâ¦
Jeff had prepared the escape, so it would be very difficult for Imogen and the others to catch him again!
Imogenâs heart sank to the bottom of the valley in an instant, and her mood was extremely low.
It seemed she couldnât rely on Jeffâs connection anymore.
But for her father, Imogen told herself that revenge must continue.
Imogen took a deep breath and raised her head to look at Sarah. âSince you agreed to come to see me, you shouldnât be just to reject me, right? Just tell me your conditions directly. Donât be pretentious!â
âIt seems that you are quite smart. Okay, Iâll tell you. I have just resumed work recently, and I happen to be short of an assistant.â Sarah slowly sipped red wine. âYou can be my assistant for a
month, and I will promise you to come forward and testify.â
Imogen understood that Sarah was by no means short of assistants. This was just her way of torturing her. As long as she agreed, she would have to be tortured by Sarah for at least a month. But Imogen had to agree.
âHow can I ensure that you
will keep your promise?â Imogen asked.
âIf I donât keep my promise, you can force me to be sent to the police station.â Sarah said with her
chin raised.
Imogen pressed her lips tightly, lowered her eyes, and pondered for a moment, then said, âOkay, I promise you. I will be your assistant for a month, but you have to give me a few days to handle the
matters at hand.â
It was only a month, and Imogen just had to be patient.
Seeing Imogenâs promise, Sarah raised the corners of her mouth. Her Come to our company to report in three days.â
âOkay.â
eyes lit up. âThree days!
âBy the way, I just saw you limping when you came in. Whatâs the matter?â Sarah asked with a wicked smile on her lips. She knew the answer herself.
The corner of Imogenâs mouth twitched, and she said softly, âI accidentally fell down myself.â âI see. Be more careful when you walk in the future.â
After speaking, Sarah put down her instep, stood up, and walked away gracefully on her high heels.
Imogen was the only one left in the private room.
She breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense strings in her heart finally had a moment to relax. She leaned tiredly on the back of the sofa, closed her eyes, and remained motionless.
Resting on the sofa for a while, Imogen called the waiter to help her downstairs, copied the surveillance video of the stairs, and called 911 by the way.
Just a few steps out of the private room, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind, âImogen?â Imogen didnât even need to look back, and she knew it was Troy.
What a coincidence.
âYour foot is injured?â Troy strode forward, pushed aside the waiter next to her, and supported Imogen himself.
Seeing Imogenâs face, he narrowed his eyes and asked, âWhatâs wrong with
Imogen said, âI accidentally fell.â
âCan five finger prints be left after a fall? Troy asked in a cold voice.
Imogen lowered her head and remained silent.
Troy directly carried Imogen and said, âIâll take you to the hospital first.â
your face?â