Zoey's jaw dropped and her eyes widened at Imogen's words. She exclaimed, "What? Y-You got hired at Star Enterprise?"Imogen nodded.Zoey scoffed incredulously, "Seriously? What credentials did you use to land a job there? Are you doing janitorial work or scrubbing toilets?"Imogen hadn't expected Zoey to mock her after she had sincerely shared the news. Imogen swallowed her frustration and issued a final warning. "You don't have to concern yourself with my position. I suggest you focus on reverting to your name. Stop appropriating mine for your work.""Did they actually hire you?" Zoey asked, her displeasure evident. It was clear she harbored doubts.Imogen flashed her ID badge. Zoey couldn't make out the department, but seeing the familiar badge unsettled her. She quickly pulled Imogen into a secluded corner and hissed, "You can't be here at Star Enterprise. We can't work together. It'll ruin everything for me."Smirking disdainfully, Imogen snapped, "You ruined me years ago. H
Imogen spotted a taxi and waved energetically. It pulled over, and she wasted no time hopping in, gesturing toward the luxury vehicle ahead and urging, "Follow that car."The driver accelerated to narrow the gap.Imogen felt somewhat puzzled by her actions. That person simply bore a striking resemblance to Jasper, and she found herself surprisingly concerned about it.The taxi followed the luxury car for quite a distance. After about half an hour, the luxury car turned into a grand estate. Pulling up beside the entrance, the driver turned to Imogen. "Miss, they've gone inside. We couldn't keep up." Imogen rolled down the window, gazing at the imposing estate before her. Curiously, she asked, "Do you happen to know whose estate is this?"The driver grinned goofily. "Oh, I sure do. This is Hoffis Manor, owned by the richest man in Norvania. It's massive inside, bigger than two golf courses combined.""The home of Norvania's richest man?" Imogen was shocked, utterly bewildered. Aft
Jasper couldn't help but smile as he carefully set his jacket down and walked over to lift Imogen into his arms. Imogen let out a surprised gasp and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Her heart raced, cheeks turning pink as a wave of warmth washed over her.He carried her into the house and settled on the couch, seating her on his lap. Their proximity pressed them close. A lingering air of romantic uncertainty enveloped them. Imogen felt a blush spread across her cheeks.Jasper's voice was husky and tender as he asked, "Have you had dinner?"Although Imogen hadn't eaten yet, she nodded. "Yes, I have."Jasper tucked a strand of her long hair behind her ear. He looked deeply into her flushed and lovely face, his Adam's apple bobbing. "You still haven't told me where you've been.""I interviewed successfully and started a new job. I was so thrilled that I went to visit my parents," Imogen replied.Jasper smiled warmly, his hands cradling her face gently. His voice car
Imogen retreated to her room and locked the door. Without hesitation, she booted up her computer and started searching the internet for "Jasper Morrison".The results flooded in with numerous headlines, though most were disappointingly uninformative. Yet, one title caught her attention. With a swift click, she plunged into the article and absorbed its content eagerly.After reading the information, she was completely taken aback. It turned out that the CEO of Star Enterprise went by the name Jasper Morrison. Strangely, there was hardly any online coverage of the company's CEO, not even a single photograph.Imogen's unease deepened with each passing moment. She swiftly grabbed her phone and dialed Eloise's number.After a few rings, Eloise answered. She held the phone to her ear and greeted, "Hey, Imogen!""Aunt Eloise, I need to talk to you about Ash. He—"Imogen's words faltered as Eloise interrupted apologetically. "Imogen, I'm so sorry. I'm so scatterbrained. I forgot to tell
Jasper felt his heart sink as he stood there, rooted to the spot, his intense gaze meeting Imogen's eyes blazing with anger. Momentarily speechless, he slipped his hands into his sweatpants pockets, lowered his head, and sighed. Imogen suppressed her frustration, studying him cautiously before calmly asking, "Are you still searching for the right words, or do you plan to continue deceiving me?"Jasper lifted his head and held her gaze firmly. "I'm Jasper Morrison."Imogen's demeanor turned colder. "I'm fully aware. It's written on the marriage certificate.""I deceived you. My real name isn't Asher, and I'm not the guy Eloise arranged for you to meet," Jasper said."Why would you pretend to be the guy Aunt Eloise set me up with?" Imogen demanded, her voice laced with anger.Jasper felt a surge of unease. He extended his hand, wanting to reach for Imogen's hand to explain himself. Yet, Imogen cautiously stepped back, swiftly tucking her hands behind her, and eyeing his hand war
"Before high school, I grew up and went to school out on the frontier," Jasper said."So, which one are you in the middle school photos?" Imogen asked, carefully studying the few snapshots of several people."Check out the group photos. Besides those, there aren't any solo shots of us together," Jasper responded with a hint of disappointment.Imogen froze, staring at Jasper in disbelief. Anxiety churned in her chest and a sense of impending dread swept over her. She swallowed hard, her voice slightly quivering as she asked, "Was it that I didn't want to take photos with you? Or did we just never get the chance?""It was that you didn't want to," Jasper replied.Imogen fell silent, her heart pounding erratically. She was gripped tightly by a wave of panic. She had always been known for her approachability and friendliness, so turning down a schoolmate's invitation for a photo felt oddly out of character.Unless… it was him!Her breath caught as she cautiously asked, "Is your last
Jasper's gaze turned steely, his face grave. He stated firmly, "I'm not divorcing you."Imogen's lips quivered, tears pooling in her eyes. She clasped her hands and pleaded, "Mr. Morrison, please. We're not meant to be together. We can't get married."The use of "Mr. Morrison" felt distant and icy, cutting deep into his heart. His frustration boiled over. "We're not divorced yet. I'm still your husband. Stop calling me 'Mr. Morrison.'"Imogen nodded vigorously. "Okay, fine. I'll call you whatever you prefer, but we must divorce."She was wary of jeopardizing her family's lives by challenging authority.The mention of "divorce" weighed heavily on Jasper. He gripped Imogen's arms tightly and pulled her close. Looking down at her, his eyes shimmered with tears of anguish. "Why? What's wrong with me? Why do you hate me so?"Imogen felt a pang of empathy as she watched Jasper teetering on the brink of losing control. She wrestled with finding the right words to explain herself.Jaspe
Another night of sleeplessness tormented Imogen. She spent the entire night unable to sleep, consumed by anxiety. She felt trapped in a difficult situation with no apparent escape.She wondered what kind of disaster her family would face if Nathan and Mila discovered the truth. She was aware that life wasn't a fairy tale. Princes didn't marry Cinderellas in the real world.…The next morning, Imogen got up unusually early. She quietly slipped out before Jasper even stirred. When she arrived at the office, her supervisor assigned tasks for her. She promptly dove into work, momentarily putting her worries aside.Imogen had a humble educational background, yet was personally recruited by Jasper. With her attractive appearance and great figure, her supervisor was naturally aware of her special connection with Jasper.Consequently, the tasks given to her were straightforward—typing, retrieving documents, and organizing materials and files.During lunchtime, most employees gathered in