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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?]

Troy’s number and listened to the ringing repeating itself over and over. Finally, there was a beep as the call ended

didn’t

snorted and headed home

long after Imogen went to bed, her phone

phone screen in the darkness was somewhat blinding. Troy’s

directly blocked the call and turned

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

a small courtyard housing several electric bicycles, while two cars

was no ordinary residence. It had been rented out

electric bicycles and cars belonged to

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

electric bicycles had remained in the courtyard since yesterday, and the garbage bags thrown out

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

but they all

them, a tall man named Carey smiled while pouring coffee. “Just hold on for a couple more days. We’re going

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

the long face?”

Rex replied, “I’m just afraid Troy will

it’s a

head, “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 the police

be underestimated. Troy just needed to drop a hint, and there would be people to step in for him. The suspension reasons of the

employees in the studio

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

then, the

answer it.”

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

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and clutching his stomach, gasping for breath. A young man with a buzz cut

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

still startled, afraid, and in pain. “What are you doing? What you guys are doing is illegal!”

young man seemed unfazed. He gripped Rex’s collar and hit his head

a sizable bump appeared on Rex’s forehead. Dazed

other four employees eating in the office. When

“Who are you?”

you attack

at

coat, but these men were still in short sleeves, revealing