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.

of a high-ranking official, altering her life's course and thwarting her future ambitions.

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

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

but my family has always called me Asher, so everyone else just assumed Asher was my

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

"When will you move into my

if that's okay," Jasper

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

"No need. It's right behind the

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

car was reassuring. If her parents ever felt unwell in the future, they could drive to the hospital themselves without

nice," Imogen