The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1039
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Zoey, Marcel, and Rosalind looked visibly frightened.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

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.

Jasper smirked. 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 all.

Marcel's expression hardened with fury. Rosalind and Zoey were visibly flustered. They scrambled to plead with Jasper for mercy. Jasper remained unmoved by their pleas.

"Mr. Morrison, what will it take to spare my daughter?" Marcel asked.

Jasper sneered, his eyes icy and unyielding, "Spare her? Not a chance."

Before long, 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 impassive.

On the ride back, Jasper's face turned grim as he received a phone call. Growing anxious, he urged the driver, "Hurry, to the space agency."

Imogen was escorted from the car by two men and led straight into the research institute of the space agency, Upon entering, she was greeted by a spacious office, filled with rows of advanced computers showcasing detailed data on space rockets. 

She stood at the doorway, nervously absorbing her surroundings. In the office atrium, a dozen people gathered in earnest discussion, their expressions grave and brows furrowed with concern.

"Terry, we've brought Imogen Kingsley," one of the men announced respectfully.

Instantly, all eyes turned toward Imogen. She felt the weight of their scrutiny, her fingers anxiously fidgeting with her clothing, her breaths coming in uneven intervals.

Terry Gibbons, a fellow of the space agency's research institute, called out to the woman modifying data at the center, "Professor Winkler, we've found the person who set up these data."

Mila swiveled her chair toward the door.

"Bring her in," Terry instructed.

Imogen felt a surge of tension as she stepped into the office. Mila scrutinized Imogen intently, an approving smile gracing her features. Terry appeared taken aback. "You're Imogen Kingsley?"

Imogen gulped, nodding meekly.

Terry's voice grew firm and cold. "I was expecting someone older. Do you understand that what you've done is illegal? It could lead to imprisonment." Imogen pursed her lips, her heart pounding. Her voice trembled as she began, "I..."

Mila stood up, her tone gentle and comforting. "Terry, let's not scare her."

Then, she reached out her hand and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Mila Winkler, a chemist working with the Trailblazer rocket research and development team."

Imogen promptly shook Mila's hand and responded respectfully, "Hello, I'm Imogen Kingsley."

"Trailblazer has faced several issues, leading to delays in its launch schedule. Data collected at its lowest point is inherently prone to discrepancies right from the beginning.

"Previously, a colleague has successfully implemented multiple adjustments that significantly improved Trailblazer's performance."