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

and sent a message. Shortly after, he glanced up at the 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

fury. Rosalind and Zoey were visibly flustered. They scrambled to plead with Jasper for mercy. Jasper remained unmoved by their

what will it take to spare my daughter?" Marcel

his eyes icy and

visibly shaken as they were swiftly taken into custody. Zoey's frightened cries and pleas fell on

phone call.

escorted from

straight into the research institute of the space agency. Upon entering, she was greeted

absorbing her surroundings. In the office atrium, a dozen people gathered in earnest discussion, their expressions grave and

furrowed with concern.

one of the men

eyes turned toward Imogen. She felt the weight of their scrutiny, her

Gibbons, a fellow of the space agency's research institute, called out to the woman modifying data at the center, "Professor

chair toward

her in," Terry