The Wrong Woman

"500. I'll give 500 too..."

Suddenly, everyone eagerly took out their phones, ready to transfer the money to Imogen.

Pulling her phone back, Imogen stood up and said, "You guys don't have to transfer anything. Your gift money can cover the cost of this meal.

"If it's not enough, whoever organized this gathering should make up the difference. I'm broke and can't pay a cent."

With that, Imogen grabbed her bag and left. A few classmates panicked.

Two female classmates who were somewhat closer to Imogen caught up with her in the hallway. They pulled her aside and said, "Imogen, the reunion isn't over yet. Leaving like this isn't appropriate."

The other was defending Imogen. She said, "Scarlett did this on purpose. She's been targeting you all night. If you leave because you're humiliated by her, you're playing right into her hands." "Exactly. You shouldn't let them mock you like this."

Imogen resigned. She said with a faint smile, "I appreciate your concern. Maybe I'm just not suitable to be at these kinds of places and these kinds of occasions. I..."

But before Imogen could finish her sentence, a familiar male voice called out, "Imogen?"

toward the voice. At that

suit, looking dapper and elegant. He had just come out from another private room, accompanied by several equally well-dressed men,

having social activities or treating clients to

face his companions and said, "You all may go back first. I have

"Yer, Mr-"

talk anymore. Just go back."

Then, he asked with a smile, "What

"I'm attending my high school reunion,

classmate interrupted. She was very excited as she kept

walked toward Imogen and held her arms. She shyly asked, "Imogen, who is this?

hand. She greeted Jasper with a smile. "Im Noemi Britt, a high school

shook hands with each of them. He smiled as he said,

two

Jasper's side. Tugging at his sleeve, she said, "The reunion is over. Let's go