The Wrong Woman

Zoey, Marcel, and Rosalind looked visibly frightened.

Jasper gave a slight smile. "I'm Imogen's husband. Yes, the very Imogen Kingsley you all are familiar with."

The three seemed unsettled.

"It seems you called us here today for this?" Marcel asked.

Zoey's disbelief morphed into anger. "You interviewed and allowed me into the PR department intentionally?"

A smile spread across Jasper's face. "Exactly. That was the only way for me to gather evidence of your impersonation of my wife.

"You've been using Imogen's identity, taking her degree, and continuing to work under her name and credentials. Those offenses alone are grounds for imprisonment."

Fear gripped Zoey, her eyes nervously darting toward her parents.

"Mr. Morrison, let's handle this rationally. It's been years, and there's no reason for further conflict. Besides, we've helped the Kingsleys through their troubles by providing a substantial sum," Marcel said calmly

trio before him. "I've been waiting for this ever since I brought your daughter into my company. It's time to put an end to this once

fury. Rosalind and Zoey were visibly flustered. They scrambled to plead

will it take to spare my

icy and unyielding,

the police arrived. The trio looked visibly shaken as they were swiftly taken into custody. Zoey's frightened cries and pleas fell on deaf ears. Jasper remained

as he received a phone call.

escorted

and led straight into the research institute of the space agency. Upon entering, she was greeted by a spacious office,

absorbing her surroundings. In the office atrium, a

furrowed with concern.

brought Imogen Kingsley," one of the men

She felt the weight of their scrutiny, her fingers anxiously fidgeting with her clothing, her

called out to the woman modifying data

chair

her in,"