Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper by Josie Johnson

Chapter 172

Chapter 172 Let Him Pay the Price

“There are several doubts about this matter. The first point is that Ms. Forbes has a good friend there. That woman is her old classmate and has contacted her since she returned to the country. But Ms. Forbes treated her indifferently as if she didn’t know her.

“Second is that I didn’t find Ms. Forbes‘ delivery records. My subordinate checked it in all the hospitals and clinics there, including the hospitals in neighbouring cities. Either she went to a city farther away to have the operation or her delivery records were deliberately wiped out by

someone.

“Another point is that Ms. Forbes asked for a long sick leave. It should be reflected on the report card. After she came back, she exchanged the credits. All subjects were excellent without any abnormalities.”

After Lane finished reporting, Troy didn’t speak for a long time.

Until Lane was a little anxious and reminded, “Mr. Marshall?”

“Continue to investigate. I don’t want anyone else to know about this.”

“Yes. I understand.”

Troy hung up the phone, threw the phone on the bedside table, and stretched out his hand to tease Mochi.

Mochi was too young. It held Troy’s fingers and bit them with its deciduous teeth. It was like a tickle to Troy.

Troy closed his eyes and recalled what Lane had said. Suddenly, an incredible guess flashed in his mind. “Imogen doesn’t know that she has given birth to a child!

Or, for some reason, she forgot what happened while studying abroad!”

Therefore, she didn’t mention her experience of studying abroad as if there was no such thing. Therefore, she was strange to the friends she met abroad.

She gave up that child to marry him because she didn’t know the existence of the child at all.

So, her reaction to her pregnancy this time was like the first time.

Troy pinched the centre of his brows, knowing Imogen hadn’t deliberately concealed it. He finally felt some comfort in his heart.

But he didn’t get the answer to that question. Who was that man?!

His intuition told him that the man wasn’t the president of the Foreigners Association or Imogen’s classmate.

Who wiped out all these traces?

Was it that man?

Where was that child?

Why did Imogen forget about her experience when she was studying abroad?

However, since she had forgotten these things, it was best not to remember them forever.

As for the child, Troy would secretly look for it.

If the child was dead, it was the best result.

If the child was still alive, Troy would let him stay abroad forever and never appear in front of Imogen.

At this time, he received some messages. The notification sounded several times in a row. Troy opened his Facebook and found some photos sent by Yann.

He checked one photo.

The photo was taken in the ski resort. In the picture, two people in ski suits stood the bright sunlight. It was taken from afar. It could be seen that they were a man and a woman from their figures. The man put his hand on the woman’s waist in an intimate gesture.

Yann would not send photos to Troy for no reason. Troy had already guessed the identity of the woman in these photos.

Blue veins stood out on his forehead.

He swiped left and saw the second photo.

The man held the woman’s shoulders and lowered his head slightly as if kissing her forehead. Troy watched all the photos with a gloomy face. His deep eyes were full of coldness.

Yann also sent him a message: [I didn’t expect Ms. Forbes to have a new boyfriend just after the divorce!]

Yann. [That man is a college student, three years younger than Ms. Forbes. He talked to her sweetly.]

Yann: [I heard that they even made an appointment to watch the aurora at night. How romantic is it?! Young people are excited at night again…]

Yann. [By the way, they live in the same hotel!]

Troy was furious when he thought about what might happen between Imogen and that young man at night. His face turned livid in an instant.

He stared at the man in the photo with hostility in his

eyes.

Erik would have died countless times if Troy’s gazes could kill people through a network cable. Yann. It’s said that the best way to get out of the last relationship is to start a new one. I think Ms. Forbes has made up her mind!]

Troy gritted his teeth. While feeling angry, he also felt a little upset and jealous.

That feeling stuck in his throat like a pill, making his mouth bitter and uncomfortable.

Imogen had broken free from the prison of her last relationship and started a new one.

But Troy was still stuck in the same place, watching her back intently and hoping she could turn around and return to his side.

But Imogen was so disappointed in him that she wouldn’t turn around again.

Troy knew well that she would never forgive him again. But he wouldn’t let her

1. go.

He replied to Yann. [You must do everything possible to stop them at all costs! I will go to Norway immediately!]

If Erik dared to touch Imogen, Troy would definitely make him pay

the price.

Yann replied quickly. [Okay.]

Yann. [I’ll ask someone to delay the time. Hurry up.]

Troy immediately called Lane, “Book the latest flight to Tromso for me!”

“Yes.”

Lane was not surprised by such a result.

Compared with the past, Troy cared more about the future. He would not care about what had happened in the past. It was just like when someone made a mistake at work. Instead of panicking and making excuses, Troy hoped that employees could get rid of their distracting thoughts and find ways to make up for the loss.

Troy couldn’t accept Imogen’s matter for a while but would figure it out himself in a few days.

After all, it was a matter of the past. That matter had happened, and it could not be changed or erased.

Since he couldn’t let go of Imogen, he could only accept its existence.

Imogen’s past was not important. The important thing was that her future belonged to Troy.

Lane was efficient and quickly processed the visa and air ticket.

Troy got up and packed his luggage briefly. He told Sue to take care of Mochi and went directly to the airport to meet with Lane. After a while, they got on the plane to Tromso.

At Tromso Ski Resort.

Imogen, Erik, and others arrived at the ski resort. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

From a distance, she saw some people skiing in the vast snow against the wind like birds flying in the sky. They wore helmets, ski goggles, and ski suits. Now, they were stepping on skis, holding ski poles, and gliding against the wind in the snow. That feeling of freedom made people yearn for it. The idea was amazing, but the reality was embarrassing.

Ordinary shoes were anti–slip. People could walk in the snow. But snowboards were born for skiing. They were made of special materials.

Imogen underestimated how slippery it was. She slipped as soon as she got out of the locker

room.

She sat on the ground. The ski poles were long, making it difficult for her to stand. up. skis on the feet restricted her posture. It took her a long time to get up.

Imogen paid attention to her feet and walked carefully on the way to the slide.

Charlie suddenly fell, making Imogen and Alex laugh out loud.

The long

Just after laughing, Alex also slipped and fell to the ground, even throwing his ski pole away.

In the end, they decided to pay a coach to teach them.

There were probably a lot of tourists from New York, and the coaches could communicate with them fluently. It helped them a lot in learning skiing.

Imogen listened attentively, practised with the coach, and quickly learned some skills.

The coach taught them to move slowly on the snow. After a short time, Imogen could ski slowly alone.

The skis cut into the snow and creaked as she moved.

She looked up and saw snow. When she moved to a snow slope, she felt a supreme pleasure. Her breath was disordered, and her heartbeat accelerated. A boiling excitement and courage broke her chest. That feeling of danger, restlessness, freedom, and intoxication made her want to yell. Imogen finally understood why some people liked skiing and some extreme sports. They pursued the ultimate feeling of freedom and excitement.