Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 165

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After leaving Marshall villa, Imogen took her luggage and visited Charlie’s place.

Charlie did not live with her family but alone in a floor–through apartment with vast space and a bright view, which was very comfortable.

After returning from traveling, Imogen thought she could also buy a floor–through apartment and

live alone.

But that was for later.

Charlie had already planned the travel route.

She took Imogen’s passport when she visited Imogen a few days ago, applied for a visa, and prepared an air ticket for Imogen.

Imogen packed her luggage for the trip in Charlie’s floor–through apartment.

That night, Imogen, Charlie, and Alex went to the airport, ready to head to the first stop of their travel, Norway.

Norway, which meant the road to the north, was one of the five Nordic countries. Travelers went to Norway in winter mainly for skiing and the Aurora.

According to Charlie’s plan, they would be mainly chasing the Aurora and experiencing the cultural customs of Norway. Skiing would be the “side dish“.

The Aurora was a natural phenomenon. It would appear in high altitude near the North Pole and South Pole, with brilliant and beautiful lights at night. They were diverse, colorful, unpredictable, and very spectacular. One would even struggle to describe the beauty of it.

Imogen had only seen it in pictures before, so when she learned about Charlie’s plan, she was immediately attracted.

Charlie zoomed in on the mobile phone map in the waiting room and introduced excitedly, “We will go to Oslo for two days first, then we go to Tromso to chase the Aurora. We then rent a car, drive to Sommaroy and Ringvassoya, then rent a cruise to Svolvaer and Lofoten islands, and spend five days there. We can go to St. Petersburg for a few days when we head back. What do you think?”

“Okay, you’re the boss,” Imogen said.

Alex counted the time and said, “It takes almost half a month, and I’ve just used up my annual leave.”

“Well, you can return to work from St. Petersburg. Imogen and I will go to other places and have fun until Christmas,” Charlie said, “Imogen, is there any place you want to go in particular?” Imogen thought for a while, then said, “No, I’ll just follow your arrangement.”

Charlie took Imogen’s arm, shook it, and insisted, “Give me some advice! This trip is to celebrate you becoming single. You have to have a sense of participation!”

“Well… Let’s talk about it when we leave Norway.”

“Okay,” Charlie glanced at her watch and agreed, “we should be boarding soon.”

“I’m going to the bathroom.” Imogen took out a tissue from her bag and stood up.

“Me too.” Charlie immediately followed Imogen.

Coming out of the toilet cubicle, Imogen was washing her hands at the sink when Charlie yelled, “Imogen, are you okay? Wait for me outside.”

“Okay,” Imogen responded, waiting for Charlie outside the bathroom.

She looked around, bored.

Suddenly, a man walked into her vision.

Imogen casually glimpsed at him and felt his face was a little familiar.

She moved her gaze back again, and when she took a closer look, her face turned pale instantly, as if she had seen something terrifying.

She would never forget that face.

At the intersection, the car collided with the truck, making a loud noise and bursting into flames.

Imogen looked up before she fell into a coma.

She saw the ferocious smiling face of the truck driver, and it was deeply etched into her mind.

That face would appear in every nightmare she had, lingering and tormenting her repeatedly.

She never received any apology from the driver after the crash, only a court–enforced payment.

And because Imogen insisted on punishing the driver firmly, the compensation was not much. But it was almost all the truck driver’s properties.

If Imogen were still an ordinary orphan girl, she would not dare to think that she would ever receive the compensation.

At that time, due to her father’s status, there were many followers of that car accident. With the help of Henry, the media, and people from all areas, the driver was sentenced to seven years for drunken driving, hit–and–run, and causing death. That was already a relatively severe punishment.

Now that seven years had passed, it was normal for the driver to be released from prison.

However, no matter how severe the punishment was, it couldn’t make up for the damage caused to Imogen by her father’s death. Imogen couldn’t do anything else.

The truck driver didn’t recognize Imogen. He walked past Imogen and entered the men’s bathroom.

“Imogen, what are you looking at?”

Charlie came out of the bathroom, saw Imogen in a daze, and followed her gaze to the men’s restroom but found nothing.

“It’s nothing,” Imogen said, “let’s go. We’re about to board the plane.”

“Let’s go.”

Imogen looked back at the men’s bathroom several times with a hint of doubt.

After an investigation by the police and the procuratorate, the family background of the truck driver was very ordinary, even poor. Why was he here?

Although some domestic flights were now cheaper than bullet trains, this was an international -flight terminal 3. The planes boarding at this terminal were all flying to the Nordic countries. Due

to its long travel distance and it was tourist season now, the air tickets would often cost several thousand dollars, which was a large sum of money for the family of a truck driver.

Imogen was thinking while walking and ignored the front. Suddenly, she collided with a man and almost fell. Fortunately, Charlie helped her up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Imogen regained her composure and apologized quickly.

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“It’s okay.” The man left after leaving this sentence.

“Imogen, what was it that distracted you? You didn’t hear me when I told you to watch out.”

“Nothing.”

Seeing that Imogen didn’t say anything, Charlie widened her eyes and asked suspiciously, “You weren’t thinking about dimwit Troy, were you?”

“No. I wasn’t. You’re overthinking,” Imogen denied it immediately.

“I was just curious. Why did you react so much? Could it be that I guessed it right?”

Imogen didn’t answer.

After nearly 20 hours of flying, the three finally arrived in Oslo and took a taxi to the hotel at around two o’clock in the afternoon local time.

In the Hospital ward, Troy leaned on the back of the sofa, closed his eyes and meditated, and occasionally tapped the phone on the armrest as if he was waiting for a message from someone. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

The phone rang, and Troy answered it with a hint of eagerness in his movements, “Hello?” The voice of a young man came from the other end of the phone. He greeted, “Mr. Marshall, oh no, I should send my congratulations for your promotions first!”

“Yann, get down to the business. You know what I want to hear.”

Yann lit a lighter from the other end of the phone and laughed. “Mr. Marshall, don’t worry. Ms. Forbes and the others went to Norway. I saw them board the plane with my own eyes. I also heard them say they will spend a few days in Oslo first, then to Tromso, Lofoten islands…”

“That’s not it.”

“Okay, okay! Don’t you feel relieved that I took the shot? The locator is installed on Ms. Forbes. She won’t find out.“