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

the trio before him. "I've been waiting for this ever since I brought your daughter into my company. It's time to

scrambled to plead with Jasper for mercy. Jasper remained unmoved by their

what will it take to spare

eyes icy and unyielding, "Spare her?

taken into custody. Zoey's frightened

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

straight into the research institute of the space agency. Upon entering, she was greeted by a spacious office, filled with rows of advanced

office atrium, a dozen people gathered in earnest discussion, their expressions grave and brows

Imogen Kingsley," one of

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

Gibbons, a fellow 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 set up these

chair toward

her in,"

tension as she stepped into the office. Mila scrutinized