The Wrong Woman

Chapter 976

When Imogen stepped out of the alley, she saw Jasper holding her frog head, looking around as if earnestly searching for her.

As soon as he turned and their eyes met, he walked over briskly. With a furrowed brow, Jasper asked, "How much did those little frogs cost?"

"About 50 dollars," Imogen replied.

He seemed incredulous and shocked. "You chased an old lady down two streets over 50 dollars?"

Imogen's face darkened in annoyance. "Is it just about the money?"

"If it's not about the money, then what's the problem?" he countered.

Imogen huffed, realizing that good looks didn't necessarily mean good sense. This small disagreement already revealed their clashing values.

Forcing a polite smile, she explained, "Yes, it's about the money. Those 50 dollars are worth a two-day meal for me. I woke up early in the morning, ran to the wholesale market, and hauled back those little frogs.

"I inflated each one myself, hoping they'd sell well. I protected them while running away from the city officials for an hour. Now, a thief disguised as an old lady stole them, and I went to get them back. Is that wrong?"

the frog head, took out his wallet, and handed Imogen all

want her to feel bad and waste her time on

smile at the sight of the thick

his generosity, their clashed values

grabbed the money and stuffed it

at pretending to be rich. He's probably

but admire a man with such generosity. Even if he was broke, he exuded

you giving me this money voluntarily?" she

replied, his expression serious as he walked to her back. "Now, take off that costume

Prompted by Jasper's reminder, she was suddenly aware of the sweat covering her body, making the heat

frog costume, Imogen couldn't help but ask, "Asher, did you just give me all the money you

slightly. "What

is Asher, you're 37, a tech school graduate now

a telecom scam six months ago, with hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt, but you've managed to pay it off through hard work selling cars. Your story is both pitiful