The Wrong Woman

Chapter 995

Imogen's classmate said, "We know you're happy now, Scarlett. You're pregnant and you will be a mom soon. Not only that, your husband is a manager at a big company. You're living a good life!"

Imogen felt increasingly uncomfortable listening to them gloat at her expense, but she didn't say a word. She just sipped her drink, ate her food, and smiled when someone spoke to her.

She had hoped to leverage her connections to get a job, but now she realized it was just wishful thinking. She was merely a joke for these old classmates to amuse themselves with.

Imogen wanted to finish eating and leave as soon as possible, so she kept her head down to eat her meal.

At that moment, Scarlett made an infuriating suggestion. She said, "Imogen just got married and didn't invite us to attend the ceremony. How about we treat this dinner as her wedding banquet, and the meal is on you?"

The classmates quickly agreed, "Yeah, that's a great idea! We'll send you the money as a wedding gift later."

Imogen was stunned. At that moment, the food in her mouth turned tasteless. She slowly put down her cutlery and looked at the table laden with gourmet food and drinks, feeling completely bewildered.

This was a five-star hotel, so this meal would cost at least tens of thousands. Money as a wedding gift?

According to Phoenicia's customs, each person might give five hundred, totaling only about five thousand for ten people. She might have been poor, but she wasn't stupid.

Just now, she had endured all the mocking and ridicule, but she wouldn't let them take advantage of her financially. After all, her dignity really was all she had, especially since she was poor.

Imogen threw her cutlery down and took a big gulp of her drink. She smiled as she said to everyone, "Do I look like an easy mark to you?" Everyone smiled awkwardly.

Scarlett added, "Imogen, we're all old classmates. Why are you being so harsh?"

"Harsh?" Imogen wasn't afraid of being embarrassed. She said calmly, "Didn't you all just say that I haven't found a job in years and that my husband is just a salesman?

"How could I possibly afford to treat

you to a meal at a five-star

restaurant? Should I use the few

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hundred dollars in my wallet, or are

you alt planning to give me tending

thousand dollars each as a wedding gift?"

The room filled with awkward laughter.

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A classmate teased, "Imogen, why are you getting so upset?"

Imogen snorted. She replied, "I'm not upset. I'm just stating facts. If I'm treating you all to this meal as my wedding banquet, then each of you should give me at least ten thousand dollars."

The classmate who had professed

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his liking for mogen immediately pulled out his phone. He said, "Imogen, show me your QR code. I'll transfer you ten thousand dollars right now. No, make it a hundred thousand... I have plenty of money."

Without hesitation, Imogen took out her phone, opened the QR code, and placed it right in front of him. Everyone was stunned, including the man. They had all assumed she wouldn't accept because people usually wouldn't want to be embarrassed.

But Imogen didn't want to show them respect or fake herself in front of them. If he dared to offer a hundred thousand, she would take it.

The man's eyes darted around the room. When he looked at Imogen's phone, he was hesitating. He asked another classmate, "How much are you planning to give?"

"I... I just bought a house outright last month, so I don't have any cash right now. I'll ask my accountant to transfer it to Imogen tomorrow." "My wife controls our money, so I need to discuss it with her first."

"I..." A female classmate was flustered. She shifted the topic to Scarlett. "Scarlett, you're Imogen's best friend, and your husband is her best friend too. How much are you two planning to give?"Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Scarlet smiled awkwardly. She

replied as she patted her protruding belly, "This little one in my belly

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hasn't even been born yet and has already drained our funds. Of course, we'll give a gift, but let's stick to the local custom of 500 dollars."