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

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 since I brought your daughter into my company. It's time to put

expression hardened with fury. Rosalind and Zoey were visibly flustered. They scrambled to plead with Jasper for

take to spare my daughter?" Marcel

sneered, his eyes icy and unyielding, "Spare her? Not a

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

Jasper's face turned grim as he received a phone

institute of the space agency. Upon entering,

the doorway, nervously absorbing her surroundings. In the office atrium, a dozen

Imogen Kingsley," one of

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

to the woman modifying data at the center, "Professor Winkler,

her chair

in,"

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