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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

listened to

He didn’t answer.

snorted and headed home after work.

Imogen went to bed, her phone aside rang.

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

blocked the call and turned off her phone.

evening, the lights were still on in

villa had a small courtyard housing several electric bicycles, while two cars

It had been rented out by someone to serve as

electric bicycles and cars belonged to the employees who worked there.

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 studio

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

around ten in the evening that they finally had a chance to have

but they all wore

hold on

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

why the long face?” Carey asked.

called Rex replied, “I’m just afraid Troy will

Nothing happened last time, right? Besides, it’s a law–based society now.

“A couple of days ago, Marshall Group’s confidential information leaked. When Troy wasn’t around, the upper management of Marshall Group owned ax to grind and had

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

the studio exchanged

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

then, the doorbell rang.

go answer it.”

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

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for breath. A young man with a buzz cut

grabbed his collar, and lifted him.

“What are you doing? What

He gripped Rex’s collar and

forehead. Dazed and wincing in pain, Rex gritted

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

“Who are you?”

could you attack Rex?”

help, but at that moment,

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