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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

picked up her phone and walked to the window. She dialed Troy’s number and listened to the ringing repeating itself over and over. Finally, there

didn’t

and headed home after work.

to

from her phone screen in the darkness was somewhat blinding.

call and turned off her phone.

twenty to eleven in the evening, the lights were still on in a two–story

several electric bicycles, while two

this villa was no ordinary residence. It had been rented out by someone to

and cars belonged to

variable. Sometimes they started early 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 for their self–media endeavors. And the landlord wasn’t clear about what they were doing

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 contained quite a few

around ten in the evening that they finally had

lives seemed difficult, but they all wore smiles on

hold on for a couple more days.

worrying that we didn’t have any hot topics, and now there’s someone

long face?” Carey asked.

man called Rex replied, “I’m just afraid

it’s a law–based society now. What

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

Troy just needed to drop a hint, and there

the studio

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

then, the

answer

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

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his stomach, gasping for breath. A young

his collar, and lifted him. “Get

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

He gripped Rex’s collar and hit

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

reached the ears of the other four employees eating in the office. When they rushed out and saw

“Who are you?”

could you attack

employees wanted to step forward to help, but at that moment,

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 tattoos. They looked like brutal gangsters.