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.

Her acceptance letter from Norvania Aerospace Academy was intercepted by the child of a high-ranking official, altering her life's course and thwarting her future ambitions. Powerless even now, she had no choice but to accept her fate.

Early the next morning, as planned, Imogen got her marriage license with the man she had met only for the second time. She found him handsome but surprisingly calm, with few expectations.

To her, marrying anyone 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 Jasper Morrison? Aren't you Asher?"

Jasper looked nervous. "My ID says Jasper Morrison, but my family has always called me Asher, so everyone else just assumed Asher was my name. But it's actually just my nickname."

Imogen hummed a response and nodded thoughtfully before looking back at the certificate. "Jasper... this name sounds familiar." "You..." Jasper's expression darkened slightly.

Imogen paused before asking, "When will you move into my place?"

"Today, if that's okay," Jasper replied.

"Of course," Imogen said, handing him the keys. "Here's a set of keys. Do you need help with your luggage?"

Jasper smiled. "No need. It's right behind the car."

Surprised, Imogen exclaimed, "So soon?"Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

She followed Jasper to the parking lot, where she saw his plain domestic car, priced around 100 thousand dollars. "Is this your car?" "It's a used one. It was quite affordable," Jasper explained hastily.

Imogen felt relieved. Having a car was reassuring. If her parents ever felt unwell in the future, they could drive to the hospital themselves without worrying about transport during emergencies.

"It's nice," Imogen said softly.

Jasper opened the passenger door and said courteously, "Let's get in and head home."

Imogen smiled. "Okay."

She clicked her seatbelt into place as she settled into the car. Once Jasper pulled away, he prompted a conversation about Imogen's parents on their personalities and interests.

"They're very down-to-earth and easy to get along with. Don't worry."

Soon, Jasper's car entered the

chaotic East Street in the old city quarter Each side of the street was crowded with tiny stalls, bustling with pedestrians who ignored traffic rules, crossing the road at will.

The area was marked by poor environmental conditions, inadequate sanitation, and an overall atmosphere of chaos and disorder.