The Wrong Woman

Zoey, Marcel, and Rosalind looked visibly frightened.

Jasper gave a slight smile. "I'm Imogen's husband. Yes, the very Imogen Kingsley you all are familiar with."

The three seemed unsettled.

"It seems you called us here today for this?" Marcel asked.

Zoey's disbelief morphed into anger. "You interviewed and allowed me into the PR department intentionally?"

A smile spread across Jasper's face. "Exactly. That was the only way for me to gather evidence of your impersonation of my wife.

"You've been using Imogen's identity, taking her degree, and continuing to work under her name and credentials. Those offenses alone are grounds for imprisonment."

Fear gripped Zoey, her eyes nervously darting toward her parents.

"Mr. Morrison, let's handle this rationally. It's been years, and there's no reason for further conflict. Besides, we've helped the Kingsleys through their troubles by providing a substantial sum," Marcel said calmly

He pulled out his phone and sent a message. Shortly after, he glanced up at the trio before him. "I've been waiting for this ever

flustered. They scrambled to plead with Jasper for mercy. Jasper remained unmoved

what will it take to

eyes icy and unyielding, "Spare

long, the police arrived. The trio looked visibly shaken as they were swiftly taken into custody. Zoey's frightened cries and pleas fell on deaf ears.

face turned grim as he received a phone call. Growing anxious, he urged

into the research institute of the space agency. Upon entering, she was greeted by a spacious office, filled with rows of advanced computers showcasing detailed data on

at the doorway, nervously absorbing her surroundings. In the office atrium, a dozen people gathered in earnest discussion, their expressions grave and brows furrowed

we've brought Imogen Kingsley," one of the men announced

felt the weight of their scrutiny, her fingers anxiously fidgeting with her clothing, her breaths coming in

of the space agency's research institute, called out to the woman modifying data at the center, "Professor Winkler, we've found the person who

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tension as she stepped into the office. Mila scrutinized Imogen intently, an approving smile gracing her