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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?]

walked to the window. She dialed Troy’s number and listened to the ringing repeating itself over and over. Finally, there was a beep as the call ended

didn’t answer.

and headed home

after Imogen went to bed, her phone

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

blocked the call and turned off

evening, the lights were still on in a

villa had a small courtyard housing several electric

residence. It had

bicycles and cars belonged to the employees

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

sense that these people had been very busy these past few days. Their electric bicycles had remained in the courtyard since yesterday, and the garbage bags thrown out

employees were busy, too occupied to have dinner. It was only around ten

all wore smiles on their

them, a tall man named Carey smiled while pouring coffee. “Just hold on for a couple more days. We’re going to make big money this time!”

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

why the long face?” Carey asked.

Rex replied, “I’m just afraid Troy will

possible? Nothing happened last time, right? Besides, it’s a

Group’s confidential information 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

a hint, and there would be

the studio exchanged glances.

chuckled to smooth things over, “Rex, don’t overthink it. What does it have to do with us? Let’s just focus on making

the doorbell rang.

answer

opened it, he

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for breath. A young man with a buzz cut who looked tough

reached Rex, grabbed his collar, and

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

collar and hit his head against the

forehead. Dazed and wincing in pain, Rex gritted

other four employees eating in the office. When they rushed out and

“Who are you?”

could you

to step forward to help, but at that

employee wore a coat, but these men were still