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.

cautiously suggested: [How about giving

to the window. She dialed Troy’s number and listened to the ringing repeating itself over

didn’t

headed

Imogen went to bed, her phone

opened her eyes slightly, and the glow from her phone screen in the darkness was somewhat blinding. Troy’s name stood out

and turned off

lights were still on in a two–story building within

a small courtyard housing several electric bicycles, while two cars were parked in front.

residence. It had been rented out by someone to serve as

bicycles and cars belonged to the employees who worked

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 for their self–media endeavors. And the landlord wasn’t clear about what they were doing specifically.

busy these past few days. Their electric bicycles had remained in the courtyard since yesterday, and the garbage bags thrown out contained quite a few

have dinner. It was only around ten in the evening that they finally had a chance to have some fast food.

lives seemed difficult, but they all wore smiles on their faces.

smiled while pouring coffee. “Just hold on for

topics, and now there’s someone served on a silver

why the long

Rex replied, “I’m just afraid Troy will come

happened last time, right? Besides, it’s a law–based society now. What can he do

wasn’t around, the upper management of Marshall Group owned ax to grind and had the

connections couldn’t be underestimated. Troy just needed to drop a hint, and there

the studio

it. What does it have to do with us? Let’s

then, the

answer it.”

down his food and stood up. As he reached the door and opened it, he received a powerful kick to his abdomen before seeing who

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guard, he was sent sprawling and clutching his stomach, gasping for breath. A young man with a buzz cut

couple of strides, he reached Rex, grabbed his collar, and lifted him. “Get up!” He

and in pain. “What are you doing? What you guys

young man seemed unfazed. He gripped Rex’s collar and hit his

sizable bump appeared on Rex’s forehead. Dazed and wincing in pain,

four employees eating in the office. When they rushed out and saw this, their

“Who are you?”

could you

employees wanted to step forward to help, but at that moment, some burly men stormed in from

night. Each employee wore a coat, but these men were still in short sleeves, revealing their muscular forearms covered in tattoos. They looked like brutal

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