บททั้งหมดของ The Wrong Woman: บทที่ 1031 - บทที่ 1040

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

"Before high school, I grew up and went to school out on the frontier," Jasper said."So, which one are you in the middle school photos?" Imogen asked, carefully studying the few snapshots of several people."Check out the group photos. Besides those, there aren't any solo shots of us together," Jasper responded with a hint of disappointment.Imogen froze, staring at Jasper in disbelief. Anxiety churned in her chest and a sense of impending dread swept over her. She swallowed hard, her voice slightly quivering as she asked, "Was it that I didn't want to take photos with you? Or did we just never get the chance?""It was that you didn't want to," Jasper replied.Imogen fell silent, her heart pounding erratically. She was gripped tightly by a wave of panic. She had always been known for her approachability and friendliness, so turning down a schoolmate's invitation for a photo felt oddly out of character.Unless… it was him!Her breath caught as she cautiously asked, "Is your last

Another night of sleeplessness tormented Imogen. She spent the entire night unable to sleep, consumed by anxiety. She felt trapped in a difficult situation with no apparent escape.She wondered what kind of disaster her family would face if Nathan and Mila discovered the truth. She was aware that life wasn't a fairy tale. Princes didn't marry Cinderellas in the real world.…The next morning, Imogen got up unusually early. She quietly slipped out before Jasper even stirred. When she arrived at the office, her supervisor assigned tasks for her. She promptly dove into work, momentarily putting her worries aside.Imogen had a humble educational background, yet was personally recruited by Jasper. With her attractive appearance and great figure, her supervisor was naturally aware of her special connection with Jasper.Consequently, the tasks given to her were straightforward—typing, retrieving documents, and organizing materials and files.During lunchtime, most employees gathered in

Imogen froze, her face drained of color. In that instant, one thought consumed her entirely. She realized that consequences always circle back. She grappled with the fear of imprisonment, unsure about her next steps.She hadn't managed to divorce yet. Would being Nathan's daughter-in-law disgrace the Morrisons if she ended up behind bars? Tears welled up, but she fought them back as she was led away, feeling utterly lost.…Meanwhile, Jasper hosted a dinner for Zoey and her parents, Marcel Layton and Rosalind Pearson. The Laytons were overjoyed in the restaurant.Upon learning Jasper's identity, Marcel and Rosalind had dressed impeccably for the occasion. Their smiles widened with each passing moment, sensing that Zoey's worth was about to skyrocket.Jasper regarded the couple before him—one a former government official, the other a retired judge. Their status was seen as a powerful symbol of authority, especially among families like the Kingsleys.Despite enduring mistreatment,

Imogen kept her focus on Mila as she spoke, quietly impressed to see that not all chemists fit the stereotypical image of being bald. Some were mature, attractive, and charming women like Mila."Later, more discrepancies emerged in the subsequent data. We had hoped our colleague would publicly rectify and address the flaws, but he struggled to manage it."Upon further questioning, he eventually confessed that the earlier data had been patched up by a part-time worker named Imogen Kingsley," Mila clarified.Imogen nervously addressed Mila, Terry, and the senior officials from the space agency. "I understand I made a mistake. Please, don't report me! I'll return the money. I'm ready to draft a statement or sign an agreement—whatever is necessary. I promise to keep all previous data confidential!""You've misunderstood, Imogen. We're not looking to send you to prison. We simply need your help in identifying the issue with this data," Mila said calmly.Imogen was stunned, glancing fir