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

him. "I've been waiting for this ever since I brought your daughter into my company. It's time to put an end to this

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

what will it take to spare

and unyielding, "Spare her?

The trio looked visibly shaken as they were swiftly taken into custody. Zoey's frightened cries

back, Jasper's face turned grim as he received a phone call. Growing anxious, he urged the

agency. Upon entering, she was greeted by a spacious office, filled with

doorway, nervously absorbing her surroundings. In the office atrium, a dozen people gathered in earnest discussion, their

Kingsley," one of the men announced

of their scrutiny, her fingers anxiously fidgeting with her

space agency's research institute, called out to the woman modifying data

her chair

in,"

surge of tension as she stepped into the office. Mila scrutinized Imogen intently,