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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

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

didn’t answer.

headed home

Imogen went to bed,

glow from her phone screen in the darkness

call and

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

housing several electric bicycles, while two cars were parked in

It had been rented

bicycles and cars belonged to

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 specifically.

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

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

difficult, but they all wore smiles on

smiled while pouring coffee. “Just hold on for

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

why the long

“I’m just afraid Troy will come

Besides, it’s a law–based society now. What can

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 the police detain Imogen for a day. Troy

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

the studio exchanged glances.

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

then, the doorbell

answer it.”

it, he received a powerful kick to his abdomen before seeing who the

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clutching his stomach, gasping for breath. A young man with a buzz cut who looked tough entered the

Rex, grabbed his collar, and lifted him. “Get up!” He

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

gripped Rex’s collar and hit his head

Rex’s forehead. Dazed and wincing in

the other four employees eating

“Who are you?”

you attack Rex?”

to step forward to help, but at that moment, some burly men stormed in from

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