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.

by the child of a high-ranking official, altering her life's course and thwarting her future ambitions. Powerless even now, she had no

marriage license with the man she had met only for

a teammate, reassuring her parents, and ending their relentless pressure to marry. Leaving the city hall, Imogen glanced at the marriage certificate in

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

thoughtfully before looking back at the certificate. "Jasper... this name sounds familiar." "You..." Jasper's expression darkened

asking, "When will

if that's okay," Jasper

him the keys. "Here's a set of keys. Do you need help with your

smiled. "No need. It's right behind

Imogen exclaimed, "So soon?" Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the Find ɴøᴠel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

parking lot, where she saw his plain domestic car, priced around 100 thousand dollars. "Is this your car?"

in the future, they could

Imogen