The Wrong Woman

Imogen retreated to her room and locked the door. Without hesitation, she booted up her computer and started searching the internet for "Jasper Morrison".

The results flooded in with numerous headlines, though most were disappointingly uninformative. Yet, one title caught her attention. With a swift click, she plunged into the article and absorbed its content eagerly.

After reading the information, she was completely taken aback. It turned out that the CEO of Star Enterprise went by the name Jasper Morrison. Strangely, there was hardly any online coverage of the company's CEO, not even a single photograph.

Imogen's unease deepened with each passing moment. She swiftly grabbed her phone and dialed Eloise's number.

After a few rings, Eloise answered. She held the phone to her ear and greeted, "Hey, Imogen!"

"Aunt Eloise, I need to talk to you about Ash. He="

Imogen's words faltered as Eloise interrupted apologetically. "Imogen, I'm so sorry. I'm so scatterbrained. I forgot to tell you earlier. Ash's father passed away, so he couldn't make it to your date. He asked me to let you know, but in all the rush to attend the funeral, it slipped my mind."

Instantly, Imogen felt unsettled. Panic surged through her as she anxiously glanced at the door. Was the man here not the same person Eloise had introduced to her?

Ash for not showing up. His father's passing has really affected him, and he's having a hard time right now. Can we delay the blind date for a bit? Would that be alright

trembling as she asked in a shaky voice, "Aunt Eloise, is the Ash you introduced me

around. What's the

at the door, causing Imogen to startle. She turned

"Aunt Eloise, I need to go now. I'll catch up with

"Alright. Bye."

set her phone down, feeling her hands grow clammy with nervousness. Taking a deep breath,

Jasper knocked again. "Imogen?"

her throat, Imogen responded, "I'm not

in his voice. "Where are you feeling discomfort? Let me check

to sleep," Imogen

and strange at once. Confusion and fear tightened their grip on her as she struggled to grasp his true identity. The feeling of

a deep,