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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?]

number and listened to the

He didn’t answer.

snorted and headed home

to bed, her phone aside rang.

opened her eyes slightly, and the glow from her phone screen in the darkness was somewhat

directly blocked the call and

were still on in a

a small courtyard housing several electric

residents were aware that this villa was no ordinary residence. It had been rented out by someone to

bicycles and cars belonged to the employees who

working hours were 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

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

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

all wore smiles on their faces.

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

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

why the long face?” Carey

Rex replied, “I’m just afraid

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 police officers who made the arrest

of connections couldn’t be underestimated. Troy just needed to drop a hint, and there would be people to step in for him. The

in the studio exchanged

does it

then, the doorbell

answer

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

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stomach, gasping for breath. A young

he reached Rex, grabbed his

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

seemed unfazed. He gripped Rex’s collar and hit his head against the

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

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

“Who are you?”

could you

forward to help, but at that

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