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Chapter 206

Chapter 206 The Private Detective

Imogen returned to her apartment and put the pet carrier on the floor.

As Mochi was unfamiliar with the environment, it huddled in the carrier and dared not come out, carefully observing the surrounding environment through the hole.

Imogen took out cat treats and squeezed out a little at the door of the carrier.

Mochi sniffed, raised its tail up, and poked its head cautiously.

Mochi relaxed a little, perhaps because it was familiar with Imogen. It lowered its head and gobbled the cat treats in a few seconds.

After eating, it licked the floor and sniffed. Without finding the food, it looked up at Imogen. “Mew…”

Imogen’s heart softened. She brought over the cat bowl and squeezed all the cat treats into it. Mochi ate it with relish and licked the bowl clean.

It raised its head, looked at the new environment around it, and explored carefully.

At nine o’clock in the evening, when Charlie came back, Mochi was familiar with the apartment and could walk around in the living room.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, it rushed under the table.

Charlie was taken aback. “Did a big mouse run past me?”

Imogen burst into laughter. “What are you talking about? It’s Mochi!”

“The cute kitten!” Charlie threw her bag on the sofa, knelt on the ground, looked under the table, and met Mochi’s eyes.

Charlie’s eyes lit up. “It’s so cute, little cat! Come out! Let me hold you!”

Mochi poked its head under the table, not daring to come out.

Imogen got up, brought over the canned cat food, and handed it to Charlie.

Charlie immediately opened it, took out the freeze–dried cat food, put it in her palm, and stretched her arm to the bottom of the table. “Sweetie, come and eat. It’s delicious!”

Mochi still refused to come out.

Charlie was tired of kneeling. She put the food on the floor at the edge of the table, stood up, and collapsed on the sofa. “Did that dimwit come to pester you again?”

Imogen responded and met Charlie’s worried eyes. She said, “Don’t worry. I won’t be soft this time. He said let me treat him to three meals. If he pesters me again, I will immigrate after my dad’s

business is done.”

Anyway, she was alone and had no one to care about, so she could go anywhere.

She didn’t believe Troy could still pester her after she immigrated.

“By the way, I’ve asked my friend. He knows a capable private detective. I will give his Facebook account to you.”

“Okay.”

Charlie took out her phone and gave Imogen the detective’s Facebook account.

His avatar was all black, with a white circle in the middle. There was an eye in the circle, staring straight at Imogen. That kind of weird feeling sent a chill down her spine.

His Facebook name was “Prophet“.

Imogen immediately added the detective on Facebook.

He passed the application very quickly.

Imogen immediately sent a message. [Imogen.]

Prophet: [Noah Dawson.]

Imogen: II heard from my friend that you are a powerful detective. Do you have time to come out tomorrow and have a chat?]

[Yes. When are you available?]

[Nine o’clock in the morning tomorrow. See you at the coffee shop on Chester Street.]

[No problem.]

[See you tomorrow.]

Imogen teased Mochi for a while, carried it to the litter box, and taught it the way. She fed it some food and then carried it into the cat’s nest before having a rest.

Mochi probably felt insecure and didn’t want to sleep in the cat’s nest, so it got on the bed with its paws hooked on the sheets.

When Imogen saw it, the sheet was already scratched by its sharp claws.

As its legs were too short, it couldn’t get on the bed.

Imogen lifted the quilt and went to bed, allowing Mochi to walk on the bed. Then, she turned off the lights and went to bed.

At 8:30 the next morning, she fed Mochi some food, gave him a ring, and went out.

At 8:50, Imogen arrived at the coffee shop. She glanced at the phone screen, found a remote place to sit down, and sent a message to Noah. [I’m here.]

Noah replied quickly. [I’ll be there in a few minutes.]

About seven or eight minutes later, a man came into the coffee shop when it was almost nine o’clock. He was about thirty years old with a brown leather jacket and overalls on his lower body. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses. His hair was a little long, as if he didn’t have a haircut for long time.

The man stopped at the door of the coffee shop and looked around.

Imogen looked over and met his eyes.

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The man walked directly towards Imogen, pulled away the chair opposite Imogen, and sat down. “Ms. Forbes?”

“Mr. Dawson?”

“It’s me.” Noah nodded. He took off his sunglasses and put them aside.

Imogen looked at him up and down. “Mr. Dawson, what would you like to drink?”

To be honest, Imogen couldn’t believe the messy man in front of her was the one who had that weird profile on Facebook.

“Cappuccino, thank you,” Noah leaned back in his chair and said casually,

Imogen called a waiter and ordered a cappuccino.

After the waiter left, Imogen looked at Noah and asked with a smile, “Mr. Dawson, how

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“About ten years.”

“That’s quite long. What do you mainly do? Or do you accept all kinds of orders?”

Noah smiled. “It depends on the order and the difficulty. Ms. Forbes, you should know most of the people who find us are always in the dark. I am not omnipotent. There are some things I can’t do. I hope all people can let me catch people cheating. It’s the easiest order, right?

“But don’t worry. As long as I agree to take the order, the interests of the customers will prior to everything. If you intend to cooperate, we should trust each other and don’t hide anything.”

At this time, the waiter brought Noah’s cappuccino. “Please enjoy it.”

“Thank you.” Noah nodded.

Imogen stirred the coffee in the cup. She looked up and said, “Did you bring the contract today? I want to have a look.”

“Of course.” Noah took out the folded contract from the pocket of his leather jacket and pushed it in front of Imogen.

Imogen picked it up.

The contract was a total of five pages and was detailed without any loopholes.

Imogen read it briefly, put the contract on the table, and took a sip of coffee. “Mr. Dawson, my order may be a little dangerous.”

“Try me.”

Imogen looked around.

This location was hidden, but she still dared not say it outside.

Noah saw her worry and said, “I remember there is a restaurant near here with boxes. Would you like to go?”

“Sure.” Imogen nodded.

They went to the restaurant not far away together and ordered a box.

Imogen sat down across from Noah and ordered some dessert.

Noah poured Imogen a cup of water. “Ms. Forbes, please go

ahead.”

Imogen looked at the cup in front of her. “Mr. Dawson, do you know me?”