Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 383,2

Chapter 383.2 Disappear (2)

Imogen immediately dodged to the side of the road.

The van drove past her.

Imogen glanced and found the side door of the van was open.

She suddenly became alert, but it was too late to dodge.

Someone came out of the van, snatched her into it with lightning speed, and slashed the back of her neck with the hand.

Imogen fell into coma.

It was already ten o’clock. The driver didn’t see Imogen coming down, so he called Imogen.

No one answered.

When the driver was hired by Imogen, it was her busiest time. She often worked overtime or socialized until eleven o’clock.

It was only ten o’clock, and the driver thought Imogen was still working and too busy to answer the phone.

After a few minutes, he called again.

Still no answer.

Only then did the driver realize that something was wrong. He locked the car and took the elevator up. The door of the foundation was already locked.

He felt nervous, and called Imogen again at the door, but no one answered.

The driver was a little panicked. He hurriedly went to the monitoring room of the office building to retrieve surveillance videos. The people in the monitoring room were kind, but it took time to watch the videos.

After some effort, Imogen was finally found in the surveillance video.

The video showed that Imogen entered the elevator at 9: 12 and exited the elevator at 9: 13. From the opening and closing of the elevator door, it could be seen that the outside was on the negative floor.

Next to the office building was a shopping mall. The negative floor of the garage could lead to the shopping mall. There was a comprehensive supermarket on the negative floor of the shopping mall. Would Imogen stop by to buy something? Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

But it’s been an hour, it shouldn’t take so long to buy things, and it shouldn’t take so long to not answer the phone…

“Where is the surveillance video of the underground garage?” The driver asked hurriedly. The staff in the monitoring room screamed,‘ This is not good. There was a problem with the monitoring system of the underground garage yesterday. It has not been repaired yet. The entire underground garage is not monitored.”

The driver was speechless.

His heartbeat is extremely fast.

How could it be such a coincidence that something went wrong with the monitoring at this time?

The driver took out his cell phone with trembling fingers and dialed Troy.

“Hello, Mr., Mr. Marshall, Ms. Forbes seems… disappearing.”

Chapter 383.2 Disappear (2)

When Imogen woke up, she was in a small, dark room, with her hands and feet tied, lying on the ground like a worm.

It was pitch black all around, and she couldn’t see her fingers.

The air was cold and damp. Imogen couldn’t help but shiver.

Recalling her memories before coma, she felt hopeless.

Was she kidnapped?

Who kidnapped her? What is the purpose?

If he was interested in her money, she would not be dangerous.

She was afraid it’s someone who had a grudge against her…

Imogen struggled for a long time and finally sat up,

There was a faint smell in the air, and it was colder here than in the city. Imogen suspected that she was on the outskirts of the city, surrounded by a chemical factory or a smelly ditch full of pesticide bottles.

In addition, her phone was thrown away.

Imogen tried to struggle with her hands, but the binding was too tight, and she couldn’t break free

at all.

She carefully explored the surroundings with her feet and accidentally kicked a brick.

Imogen used her feet to pull the brick over, clamped them with her feet, and used the edges to rub the rope.

The hemp rope was too thick, and Imogen had not worn it for long when she suddenly heard the voices coming from outside.

“Inside?” The male voice was a bit shrill and the decibels were high.

“Yep, did you bring the money?” Another male voice sounded roughly.

“Yes, I need to see her first.”

The rough male voice was a little anxious, “Would I lie to you? Give me the money quickly, I will leave in a hurry.”

“No.”

The thin male voice was clear, as if he was right outside the door.

The next second, the door of the small dark room was opened.

Chapter 384.1 Self–rescue (1)