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Chapter 120 Avoiding Appeared Guilty

As expected, news of Imogen and Troy not showing up after being cornered by reporters quickly spread online.

However, in the eyes of netizens, responding seemed like deceit, while avoiding the situation appeared guilty.

Public opinion escalated further.

Charlie couldn’t resist reposting the video and wrote: [Imogen has a clear conscience. Don’t try to smear her.]

Since the makeup incident, where she had spoken up for Imogen, netizens regarded her as Imogen’s friend and always left terrible comments on her Instagram.

Charlie didn’t care about it. She engaged in arguments with netizens under her Instagram posts.

Imogen had an impromptu meeting in the afternoon. Coming out of the meeting room, she headed towards the president’s office with some documents.

“Ms. Forbes,” Lane from the president’s office approached her and said, “Are you looking for Mr. Marshall?”

“I have some documents that require his signature.”

“Mr. Marshall is not in the company. If it’s not urgent, you can leave the documents with me. And I’ll

pass them on to him when he returns.”

Imogen checked her watch and found it was already four in the afternoon.

“Alright,” Imogen handed the documents to Lane and said, “Our business partners are pressing, so it would be best if you could get it to me before getting off work today.”

“Absolutely.”

Imogen returned to her office to work.

Time flew by, and it was soon time to get off.

She glanced at her Facebook but found no messages. Imogen initiated a chat with Lane: [Has Mr. Marshall not come back yet?]

Lane could sense the chilliness even through the screen. He replied cautiously: [Not yet… There must be something important that’s keeping him…]

Something important?

Well, accompanying Sarah was important to Troy.

[How about giving Mr. Marshall a call?]

She dialed Troy’s number and listened to the

didn’t

headed home after

after Imogen went to bed, her phone aside

from her phone screen in the darkness was somewhat blinding. Troy’s name stood

blocked the call and turned off her

still on in a two–story building within a

had a small courtyard housing several electric bicycles, while two cars were

residence. It had been rented out by someone to serve

bicycles and cars belonged to the

and sometimes got off work late. Once, a neighbor elderly gentleman bumped into the villa’s landlord and asked him about it. The landlord didn’t know much either. The tenant who rented the villa only mentioned that it was a studio

neighboring gentleman could sense that these people had been very busy these past few days. Their electric bicycles had remained in the

studio employees were busy, too occupied to have dinner. It was only around ten in the evening that they finally had a chance to have

difficult, but they all wore smiles on

while pouring coffee. “Just hold on for a couple more days. We’re

and now there’s someone served on a silver platter!” Another

long

called Rex replied, “I’m just

possible? Nothing happened last time, right? Besides, it’s a law–based society now. What can he do to us?”

leaked. When Troy wasn’t around, the upper management of Marshall Group owned ax to grind and had the police detain Imogen for a day. Troy rushed back overnight and got Imogen out. And the next day, the two police

And the influence of connections couldn’t be underestimated. Troy just needed to drop a hint, and there would be people to step in

employees in the

chuckled to smooth things over, “Rex, don’t overthink it. What does it have to do

the doorbell

go answer it.”

opened it, he received a

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sprawling and clutching his stomach, gasping for breath. A young

he reached Rex, grabbed his

was still startled, afraid, and in pain. “What are you doing? What you

He gripped Rex’s collar and hit his head against the

forehead. Dazed

minutes, the commotion reached the ears of the other four employees eating

“Who are you?”

you

at that moment, some burly men stormed in

the weather was turning cooler, especially at night. Each employee wore a coat, but these men were still in short sleeves, revealing