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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.

about giving Mr. Marshall a call?]

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

didn’t answer.

headed home after work.

Imogen went to bed, her

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

and

were still on in a two–story building

a small courtyard housing several electric

villa was no ordinary residence. It had been

bicycles and cars belonged to the employees who worked there.

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

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

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

difficult, but they all

tall man named Carey smiled while pouring coffee. “Just hold on for a couple more days. We’re going to

we didn’t have any hot topics, and now there’s someone served on a

the long face?”

Rex replied, “I’m just afraid Troy will

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

ago, Marshall 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 the next day, the two

influence of connections couldn’t be underestimated. Troy just needed to drop a hint, and there would be people to step in for him. The suspension reasons of the two police were legitimate, not implicating Troy at

employees in the studio exchanged glances.

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

then, the doorbell

answer

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

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clutching his stomach, gasping for breath. A young

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

still startled, afraid, and in pain. “What are you doing? What you guys are doing is illegal!”

gripped Rex’s collar and hit his

on Rex’s forehead.

a couple of minutes, the commotion reached the ears of the other four employees eating in

“Who are you?”

you attack

to help, but at that moment, some burly men

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