The Wrong Woman

Chapter 979



Imogen logged into her laptop, accessing the backend of her online store to review the completed orders. There were none.

However, there were numerous unanswered inquiries. She diligently responded to each one and after waiting for a moment, there were no new customers, no orders rolled in, and the inquiries dried up.

Switching to another interface, Imogen confronted lines of densely packed code and data structures for unmanned rockets. Troubled, she rested her head on her hand, lost in thought for a while before finally starting to type, coding away.

Two hours passed in intense concentration on her coding, followed by three more after dinner. Later that night, she completed her work and sent it out. After five hours of relentless effort, she earned three thousand dollars.

Imogen, who did not have a formal education, was often undervalued by others despite her talent. Sometimes, it brought her close to tears. Closing her laptop, Imogen stretched as she headed to the bathroom.

She believed in the transformative power of hard work and study to change lives. Yet, her fate seemed mired in hardship due to her excellent performance in her studies.

life's course and thwarting her future ambitions. Powerless even now, she had no choice but

Imogen got her marriage license with the man she had met only for the second time. She found

her, marrying anyone felt the same. It was about finding a teammate, reassuring her parents, and ending their relentless pressure to marry. Leaving the city hall, Imogen glanced at the marriage certificate in puzzlement. "Your name is

my family has always called me Asher, so everyone else just assumed Asher was my name. But it's actually just my

before looking back at the certificate. "Jasper...

asking, "When will you move into

that's

him the keys. "Here's a set

It's right behind

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she saw his plain domestic car, priced around 100 thousand dollars. "Is this your car?" "It's

felt unwell in the future, they could drive to the hospital themselves without worrying about transport

nice," Imogen said