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Chapter 326.2 Angel in Disguise (2)

“I am perfectly calm. I have only one demand. You have to compensate me!” The young woman exclaimed.

“I’m sorry,

but I can’t do that,” the server replied.

“Where is your manager?”

“I’ll get the manager for you. Besides, today’s my last day on this job anyway.”

The server had no idea that her day would take such a disastrous turn. The young woman bumped into herself, yet now she dared to demand such a hefty sum for an accident she caused herself.

“You… I’m calling the police!” The young woman demanded.

“Calling the police? Are you going to report yourself?” Imogen intervened.

The young woman turned to look at Imogen, giving her a few skeptical glances. “Who are you? Mind your own business!” She exclaimed.

“I am minding my own business. Miss Wade is my friend.” Imogen gestured toward Ann, who was wearing a uniform, nodding in confirmation.

“Ms. Forbes.” Ann felt a pang of guilt and addressed Imogen.

was kind, and Ann felt she didn’t deserve to have a friend like

and continued, “The

offered to cover your dry cleaning costs, which

complexion turned pale as she stared

a sense of familiarity washed over her. It all clicked when she recalled the server addressing Imogen as

confirmed, assuming the woman before her had recognized her from photos

and scrutinized Imogen from head to toe. “The Forbes family seems awfully nosy, huh? Always sticking their noses where they don’t belong. You’ve received

tone.

crucial moment, and a specific person came to mind.

A steely determination glinted in Imogen’s eyes after the woman hurled her spiteful comment. Imogen smiled wryly and sneered, “Well, blame it on my mom for dying early and leaving me in the Forbes family. I suppose I learned from my dad.”

The woman seethed with anger. “Seriously, who do you think you are, whether you’re in the Marshall family or

cursed her

surprise that Troy didn’t want her!

countered. “Fortunately, my

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didn’t instil in me the habit of making a scene and placing blame loudly on others

The woman exclaimed angrily, “I can’t believe it, after all these years, you’ve become so

childhood when she accidentally bumped her

these years, you’d still be so unreasonable,” Imogen retorted, taking out her phone, “Do you want to involve the police? Should I

Imogen’s cousin from her uncle’s side, was the

never seen her mother from as