The Wrong Woman

Chapter 1040


Imogen kept her focus on Mila as she spoke, quietly impressed to see that not all chemists fit the stereotypical image of being bald. Some were mature, attractive, and charming women like Mila.

"Later, more discrepancies emerged in the subsequent data. We had hoped our colleague would publicly rectify and address the flaws, but he struggled to manage it.

"Upon further questioning, he eventually confessed that the earlier data had been patched up by a part-time worker named Imogen Kingsley," Mila clarified.

Imogen nervously addressed Mila, Terry, and the senior officials from the space agency. "I understand I made a mistake. Please, don't report me! I'l return the money. I'm ready to draft a statement or sign an agreement-whatever is necessary. I promise to keep all previous data confidential!" "You've misunderstood, Imogen. We're not looking to send you to prison. We simply need your help in identifying the issue with this data," Mila said calmly.

Imogen was stunned, glancing first at Mila and then around at the others.

Terry pulled out a chair. "Please, have a seat."

Bewildered, Imogen stared incredulously at the large screen in front of her. With everyone's attention on her, she nervously took a seat, grabbed the mouse, and began carefully scrutinizing the data.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

While Imogen hadn't attended Aerospace Academy, her passion for the field never faltered. She had always studied diligently.

After half an hour of effort, she finally pinpointed the issue. Bursting with excitement, she momentarily lost her composure, pointing at the data on the computer screen and exclaiming joyfully, "There it is! The error is right here."

The group leaned in to inspect. It seemed to be a small glitch in a rather unassuming line of code. While they identified the issue, fixing the bug proved to be the real challenge.

Mila leaned in toward Imogen, her tone gentle as she asked, "Imogen, could you stay and help us with this?"This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Sure." Imogen nodded.

A warm smile spread across Mila's face. "Thank you."

Moved by Mila's kindness, Imogen promptly replied, "It's my pleasure."

Jasper arrived at the space agency just as Imogen emerged, ready to hail a taxi Quickly exiting his car, Jasper hurried over and took hold of her arm, his face etched with worry. He was out of breath, scanning her anxiously for any signs of trouble. "Imogen, are you alright?

Taken aback for a moment, Imogen relaxed upon recognizing Jasper. She reassured him. "I'm fine."

"Why were they looking for you?" Jasper asked.

Imogen gently brushed his hand away and took a small step back, her tone slightly distant. "They needed my help with some data revisions." Jasper's hand hovered briefly in the air before he resignedly lowered it. "They didn't give you a hard time, did they?"

Imogen shook her head. "No, the professors are all pretty approachable and easy to talk to."

Jasper gestured toward his car parked behind me. "Let me give you a ride home."

Imogen glanced at his luxury car, then shook her head. Her reluctance showed as she responded softly, "No, thank you. I'll take the subway." Jasper's expression dimmed with a touch of disappointment. He asked quietly, "You don't even want to ride with me anymore?"

Imogen hung her head, pondering for a moment. "I think it's better if we keep some distance. I'll arrange to move out of your place this weekend."

Jasper's expression hardened even more.

Imogen's tone became serious. "Also, when do we move forward with the divorce?"

Her words sparked anger in Jasper. He firmly took her arm and directed her into his car. Despite his urgency, his touch remained surprisingly gentle. 

Imogen was caught off guard, finding herself quickly ushered into the vehicle.