Sir Your Wife Already Signed the Divorce Paper

Chapter 257 Is It Just a Coincidence

When Imogen asked, Erik couldn’t help thinking about it seriously.

That was right. The Hale family and the Davis family were also ordinary people. Where did Victor find a

friend to borrow so much money from?

At that time, who dared to lend him so much money? Weren’t they afraid he would take the and run

away or be unable to pay it back?

Unable to figure it out, Erik raised his eyes to look at Imogen’s expression. “Imogen, do you suspect

that Victor’s money came from the wrong source?”

money

Imogen smiled lightly. “Don’t blame me for overthinking it. I am naturally hostile to someone who killed

my father while driving drunk, and I will inevitably speculate on him with the greatest malice.”

“I understand how you feel. Even if Victor did it unintentionally and was punished, you do not need to

forgive him because your father died because of him, after all.”

If Imogen’s father was not dead, Imogen would not meet that scumbag Troy!

“Thank you for your understanding, honey.” Imogen’s eyes were full of gratitude.

Hearing the affectionate address from Imogen, Erik’s ears turned red, and he was excited. “You’re

welcome, Imogen. You are my girlfriend. I must consider it from your perspective…”

“Actually, I don’t want to wrong others. Think about it. Doesn’t he really have any rich friends?” Imogen

pretended to ask casually while eating the food.

Erik didn’t doubt anything at all and thought seriously, “I don’t think he has…” Imogen looked

disappointed and continued eating.

“Then he has a good relationship with your father. Did he borrow money from your father? Or did he

borrow money from your father’s friends? The person who introduced your father to work abroad must

have good conditions, right?”

“I don’t think my dad… borrowed money for him. As for the person who introduced my abroad, I met

him once when I was a child, but I haven’t seen him since.”

dad to go

It was also expected. After the people behind the scenes sent the kidnappers abroad, he should have

lost contact with them.

“Do you remember what he looks like?” Imogen asked calmly, “There are only so many rich people in

New York City. Maybe I know them.”

“He’s probably not a rich man.”

“Why did you say

you say that?”

“I remember that he had six fingers on his left hand. The sixth finger was on the side of the thumb. Rich

people would not keep it and would remove it by surgery.”

“Six fingers…” Imogen repeated in a low voice.

She knew someone with six fingers, and the position of the sixth finger was the same as what Erik said.

That man was Leo’s driver.

Was his father’s death related to Leo?

Impossible. It might just be a coincidence.

Suddenly, Erik said loudly, “I remembered!”

Imogen raised his eyes. “What did you remember?”

“My dad and Victor do know a rich uncle… When my father returned to town this time, Victor and my

dad hadn’t seen each other for many years. When they were drinking at my house, I seemed to

hear them vaguely mentioning a common friend.”

Maybe it was one of the kidnappers back then.

Imogen was happy and excited. “What’s his name?”

Realizing she was losing his temper, Imogen ate her food and explained, “I want to see if he is a rich

man. If not, there might be something wrong with Victor’s money.”

Erik frowned and thought carefully, “That person seems to be Jeff Brown.”

Bang!

Imogen’s fork fell to the ground, and she stiffened for a moment. She bent down to pick it up, but her

fingers trembled and she couldn’t hold it. She dropped it to the ground again. The fork rolled forward

and ran to Erik’s feet.

When she saw Erik bending down, she quickly straightened up and took a deep breath.

According to Noah’s information, Jeff Brown was one of the two kidnappers the public security system

wanted!

However, the police did not investigate the relationship between Jeff and Blake. Otherwise, if Jeff were

wanted, Blake would not be missed.

But obviously, they knew each other!

However, Blake could return, but Jeff dared not.

Erik helped pick up the fork and put it aside, then got a new fork for Imogen.

Imogen had calmed down. “Thank you.”

She smiled at Erik. “Jeff? Is he from New York City? I don’t think I’ve ever heard of this “No… He is not

in town. He seems to be in Yangon.”

guy…”

Yangon was the old capital of Myanmar and the largest city in Myanmar. It was very prosperous in

terms of population and economy.

“Oh.” Imogen was nervous, and she changed the subject without leaving any trace. “Charlie and I

wanted to travel to Myanmar last time, but ultimately, we chose Norway.”

Jeff was abroad, and the domestic police could not do anything to him.

She was thinking, now that she knew he was in Yangon, was it feasible to find a way to find him and

bring him back to the country for interrogation by the police? Even if it was feasible, it should be very

difficult to implement.

“If you went to Yangon, we wouldn’t meet,” Erik said with a smile.

“Jeff is in Yangon. How did Victor and your father know him?” Imogen didn’t pay attention to Erik’s love

words. She only cared about Jeff.