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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

listened to the ringing repeating itself over and over. Finally, there was a beep as the

didn’t answer.

and headed

went to bed, her phone aside rang.

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

blocked the call and turned

evening, the lights were still on in a two–story building within a villa

several electric bicycles, while two cars were

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

electric bicycles and cars belonged to

into the villa’s landlord and asked him about it. The landlord didn’t know much either. The tenant who rented

had been very busy these past few days. Their electric bicycles had remained in

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

but they all wore smiles on their faces.

a tall man named Carey smiled while pouring coffee. “Just hold on for a couple

was just worrying that we didn’t have any hot topics, and now there’s someone served on a silver platter!” Another person said.

why the long face?” Carey asked.

called Rex replied, “I’m just

it’s a law–based society now. What

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

could do nothing to the wealthy. And the influence of connections couldn’t be underestimated. Troy just needed to drop a hint, and there would be people

in the

“Rex, don’t overthink it. What does it have to do with us? Let’s just

then, the

answer it.”

As he reached the door and opened it, he received a powerful kick to his

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gasping for breath. A young man with a buzz

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

are you doing? What you guys are doing is illegal!”

gripped Rex’s collar and hit his head against

a sizable bump appeared on Rex’s forehead. Dazed and wincing in pain, Rex gritted his teeth.

eating in the office. When they rushed out and saw this, their faces turned pale.

“Who are you?”

could you attack

help, but at

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