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?"

classmates turned toward the voice. At that

a suit, looking dapper and elegant. He had just come out from another private room, accompanied by

guessed that he was having social activities or treating clients to a meal, but having social activities at a

around to face his companions and said, "You all may

"Yer, Mr-"

interrupted, "Don't talk anymore. Just go back."

Imogen. Then, he asked with a smile, "What are you doing

softly, "I'm attending my high school reunion, but it's over now.

interrupted. She was very excited as she

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

up to Jasper and extended her hand. She

classmate also greeted him. Jasper shook hands with each of them.

two classmates

at his sleeve, she