The Wrong Woman

Imogen spotted a taxi and waved energetically. It pulled over, and she wasted no time hopping in, gesturing toward the luxury vehicle ahead and urging, "Follow that car." The driver accelerated to narrow the gap.

Imogen felt somewhat puzzled by her actions. That person simply bore a striking resemblance to Jasper, and she found herself surprisingly concerned about it.

The taxi followed the luxury car for quite a distance. After about half an hour, the luxury car turned into a grand estate. Pulling up beside the entrance, the driver turned to Imogen. "Miss, they've gone inside. We couldn't keep up."

Imogen rolled down the window, gazing at the imposing estate before her. Curiously, she asked, "Do you happen to know whose estate is this?"

The driver grinned goofily. "Oh, I sure do. This is Hoffis Manor, owned by the richest man in Norvania. It's massive inside, bigger than two golf courses combined."

"The home of Norvania's richest man?" Imogen was shocked, utterly bewildered. After paying the fare, she got out of the taxi and dialed a number on her phone.

After a few rings, Jasper answered. His voice was gentle as he asked, "Imogen, everything alright?"

"Are you done with work and on your way home?" Imogen asked.

"I still have a few things to sort out today, so I'll be late. Um, go ahead and have dinner without me," Jasper replied.

"Okay," Imogen said.

by, waiting. She couldn't shake her

her stomach. She sat there for more than an hour until at last, the luxury car glided out from the estate's

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see where you're

Jasper fell silent.

that a

video call if you want to see where I'm

tone, Imogen mumbled, "Nope, I

smiled knowingly. "Alright

then, a taxi cruisedet past, and she