The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1030

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. After paying the fare, she got out of the taxi and dialed a number on her phone.

After a few rings, Jasper answered. His voice was gentle as he asked, "Imogen, everything alright?"

"Are you done with work and on your way home?" Imogen asked.

"I still have a few things to sort out today, so I'll be late. Um, go ahead and have dinner without me," Jasper replied.

"Okay," Imogen said.

She didn't head back. Instead, she settled on a bench near a flowerbed close by, waiting. She couldn't shake her doubts about Jasper. Landing her job had felt too easy, and too good to be true.

As dusk settled and the breeze chilled, Imogen rubbed her arms, feeling hunger gnawing at her stomach. She sat there for more than an hour until at last, the luxury car glided out from the estate's gates.

The car drove past her, but the light reflecting off the windows prevented her from seeing who was inside.

Anxiously, Imogen scanned the passing traffic, hoping another taxi would appear any moment. Unfortunately, taxis were hard to come by in this area, and she could only watch helplessly as the luxury car disappeared from view. She dialed Jasper's number again.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

As soon as Jasper picked up the call, he said, "Imogen, I've finished up at work and I'm on my way home."

"Jay, could you share your location with me?" Imogen asked.

"Why?" Jasper sounded a bit confused.

"So, I can see where you're at," Imogen clarified.

Jasper fell silent.

"Is that a problem?" Imogen asked.

"Wouldn't it be easier to video call if you want to see where I'm at?" Jasper suggested.

In a soft, loving tone, Imogen mumbled, "Nope, I just want your location."

Jasper smiled knowingly. "Alright then."

Shortly after, Imogen received his location. As she glanced at the

marker on the map, her heart dropped Just then, a taxi cruised past, and she swiftly hailed it and climbed inside. Jasper's location showed just up ahead, at the end of this very street, approximately 1000 yards away.

The timing felt too perfect to be a mere coincidence.

Imogen urged the driver to hurry home as quickly as possible. The driver obliged, pushing the taxi to its limits without exceeding the speed limit. As the taxi pulled up in front of her house, the luxury car was just turning around to leave, heading in the opposite direction.

She paid the fare, stepped out of the taxi, and hurried toward her house. She arrived just as Jasper was entering through the front door.

He had just slipped into comfortable

slippers and shrugged off his jacket when he heard her hurried footsteps approaching. He turned to find her breathless, gasping for air.

Jasper was puzzled. "Imogen, you're only getting back now? Where have you been?"

Imogen stood with her hands on her hips, slightly hunched as she caught her breath. Her intense gaze bore a hint of suspicion as she silently locked eyes with Jasper.