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

He pulled out his phone 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 this once and for

with fury. Rosalind and Zoey were visibly flustered. They scrambled

will it take to spare my daughter?"

icy and

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

back, Jasper's face turned grim as he received a phone call. Growing anxious,

was escorted from the

was greeted by a spacious office, filled with rows of advanced computers showcasing

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

furrowed with concern.

we've brought Imogen Kingsley," one of the

felt the weight of their scrutiny, her

space agency's research institute, called out to the woman modifying data

her chair toward the

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