The Wrong Woman

Mila glanced at the time and suggested, "Why not make it today? My son has the day off. I'll ask him to come over."

Feeling awkward, Imogen quickly shook her head. "That's not necessary, Professor Winkler. You don't need to have him come over just for me." Being extremely fond of Imogen, Mila ignored her protests and made the call.

Jasper's voice came through the line, "Mom, what's up?"

"Are you off today? Do you have time to come over? I'd like to introduce you to a new friend."

Jasper responded coolly, "I don't have time today. I'm at a gathering."

"Are you still working on a weekend?"

"Yeah."

Annoyed, Mila protested, "Can you stop wasting all your time on work? It's the weekend. You should spare some time to mingle around with people."

"Mom, I don't have time to go back..."

"Fine, next time then."

"Alright."

to her mind, and Mila inquired curiously, "By the way, there's news online about you and Oakley's granddaughter checking into a hotel. What's that about?" "It's just

be. We can't be tied to the Gibsons. I'd rather

Gibson family had a history tied to gangsters, and even though they had become more legitimate, they

Mom." Jasper sounded a bit impatient. "I'm really busy.

the embarrassed Imogen with a warm smile. "Sorry about

and shook her head. "It's

invitation again. "Please stay

responded,

no big deal." Mila interrupted, her hospitality unwavering. "It's just dinner anyway. Consider it keeping

refuse, Imogen reluctantly agreed, steeling herself as

two chatted in the living room for a long

message from

"I'm at a

will you be back? Do you need me to

I'll take a taxi

worried about you. Send

replied, then put down her phone and

sparkled with jealousy.