The Wrong Woman

Chapter 975

The summer heat in Phoenicia was scorching, leaving the streets almost deserted. A figure dressed in a giant frog costume hurried to the café entrance.

She set down her pile of little frogs in a corner and removed her heavy frog head, revealing her sweat-drenched but beautiful features.

Glazing up at the signboard, she blinked and anxiously muttered, "This must be the place."

Hugging the frog's head, she walked in and looked around.

There was only one young man in the entire café. From a distance, he appeared strikingly handsome with an air of elegance and sophistication.

"The quality of this setup was high," she thought. No wonder her mother warned her not to come back home if she still couldn't get married this time.

Breathless, she walked over, sat down in front of the man, and apologized politely, "I'm sorry, I was chased by the city officials because of my job. I got lost and ended up being half an hour late. I'm so sorry."

At the sound of her voice, Jasper looked up and was momentarily stunned to see a half-human, half-frog figure before him. A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

Jasper, dressed in a suit, exuded an elegant and noble demeanor. He looked at her quietly, his handsome face was devoid of any emotion.

a smile, explaining, "Oh, I

in a calm

aback but quickly recovered, "Yes, I'm Imogen. It seems Aunt Eloise has already told you about

a faint smile playing on his

introduced to you. I have a degree and I'm 26 years old. I'm a freelance entrepreneur with zero dating history, zero savings,

smile widening. "So what

dream is to become

a loss for words. "A lady with

a waiter brought a glass

was for

as her frog hand reached for the glass, she realized she was still in costume and felt a bit embarrassed. She awkwardly smiled, stood up, and

for a moment, then stood up to

door, swiftly running

are you doing? Put down my little frogs! Those

hand, the woman in front