Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274 Death Threats 

Unable to control herself, Imogen swallowed a mouthful of saliva and tightly gripped her sleeve as she looked around warily. 

This floor belonged to only one household, with the elevator hall right outside the door and the fire escape next to it. 

The surroundings were silent, with only faint noises from the elevator going up and down. But Imogen felt as if she could hear breathing behind the fire escape door—the person who delivered the paper must be hiding there, watching her reaction. 

Imogen took a deep breath, turned around, and closed the door, locking it. 

Leaning against the door panel, she let out a sigh of relief. 

After a few minutes, Imogen calmed down and took a picture of the piece of paper to send to the property management, requesting them to retrieve the surveillance footage. 

When she decided to investigate this matter, and when she received the death threat from Noah, she had already thought about the consequences, so there was nothing to be afraid of. 

It had come to this point, and she couldn’t just give up. 

Imogen picked up her phone and called Troy. 

When the call connected, she immediately said, “Troy, I suddenly have something to do. Take Grace home with you. I won’t have any free time these days…” 

It didn’t matter if something happened to her, but she couldn’t let Grace get involved. 

Troy spoke on the other end of the phone, “We are already downstairs at your place.” 

Imogen said, “Why don’t you go back first?” 

Troy responded with a laugh, “He.” 

Imogen didn’t say anything. “…” 

Two minutes later, the doorbell outside rang again. 

This time, Imogen checked through the electronic screen and confirmed that it was Troy and Grace before opening the door. 

As soon as they entered, Grace let out a breath of relief and took off his shoes, jumping around and playing with the cat as if he had returned to his happy place. 

Troy closed the door and looked at Imogen, saying, “You suddenly have something to do? What is it?” 

“…I can’t say, but it’s really important. Can you take Grace and leave for now?” 

On the side, Grace frowned and said, “Imogen, I want to sleep with you. Can I?” 

Imogen walked over to him and said seriously, “Grace, I really has something important to do these days. Can you stay with Troy for now? When I’m free, you can come and play with me.” 

“When will you be free? Can you still take me on an outing?” 

“If it’s an outing, I can’t take you anymore.” 

Grace wore a displeased expression and was about to say something when Troy asked, “What is this?” 

Imogen turned her head and saw Troy holding the paper with a grinning face, shaking it. 

Imogen hesitated and improvised, “A prank from a friend.” 

“A prank?” 

“Yes.” 

Troy looked at her without moving his eyes. 

Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, Imogen averted her eyes and said, “Grace, what do you want for dinner?” 

Grace answered with an unrelated question, “I want to go on an outing with you.” 

Because of the outing, Grace had a conflict with Emily, but in the end, they couldn’t go, which made Imogen feel a bit guilty. 

“We’ll talk about it later. I will find a way.” 

Perhaps they wouldn’t take action before the police found anything. 

Perhaps they could bring some bodyguards along. 

Grace nodded and said, “I want meat.” 

“Alright, I will make it for you.” 

Imogen went to the kitchen to prepare dinner. 

Troy thought about the suspicious man he had seen at the entrance of the building when he entered the lobby. Dressed in a black down jacket, duckbill cap, mask, and sunglasses, he looked nothing like a celebrity. 

After watching Imogen enter the kitchen, Troy took the paper and went outside to make a phone call. 

The call connected, and he heard a casual voice from Yann. “What’s up? Why do you have time to call me?” 

“I found a ghost face over here in Imogen’s place. Did your people do it?” Troy asked. 

Yann sounded surprised, “What? That’s impossible. I only had that private detective named Noah do something like that, and it scared him off immediately.” 

“Then check it.” Troy glanced at his watch. “Sometime between six ten and six twenty in the evening today, see if anyone suspicious came to Imogen’s doorstep.” 

If it’s just a prank, that would be best. 

If not… 

“Alright, I got it.” 

“Oh, by the way, did you find out who hired Noah?” 

“I did.” 

“Who?” 

“…Imogen.” Yann said softly. 

Troy paused and looked at the door beside him. “Are you sure?” 

“Absolutely. They met before Imogen entrusted Noah with the case, probably to discuss the job.” Troy fell silent. 

Why did Imogen hire a private detective to investigate the kidnapping case from years ago? Yann chuckled. “Hey, do you think maybe she still likes you, so she’s investigating that matter? 

Just let her investigate it, then. You’ve broken up with Sarah now, right? Why are you still covering for her?” 

There isn’t a shred of information about the kidnapping case online now, but it’s all thanks to Troy. 

No wonder Imogen decided to hire a private detective. 

Troy paused for a moment. “What happened between me and her won’t change the fact that she’s a victim in this case.” 

If it were exposed by netizens, perhaps there would be many people who would sympathize with Sarah, but there would also be many rats in the gutter standing above the celebrity victim and passing judgment, mocking, and slandering. 

In that matter from years ago, he, as Sarah’s boyfriend, had been somewhat negligent. 

He promised Sarah that he would completely bury the matter, and he would definitely keep that promise. 

He never thought of using that matter to threaten Sarah. 

Now that Sarah is suffering the consequences of her own actions, he doesn’t feel any sympathy for 

her. 

Yann sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” 

After ending the call, Troy returned to Imogen’s house and heard some noise coming from the kitchen. He walked over. 

Imogen turned her head and glanced at him. “You’re here at the right time. Go and pick the bones from the chicken wings. I’m going to make honey–roasted wings for Grace.” 

Next to the sink was a plate of fresh and plump chicken wings. 

“… Alright.” 

Troy glanced at Imogen, realizing she’s getting used to order him around. 

“The scissors are in the basket.” Imogen pointed to the basket next to the cutting board. 

“Okay.” 

Troy took out the scissors and started deboning the chicken wings. 

He didn’t need to use much brainpower for this task, so he worked while pondering, occasionally glancing at Imogen.