Chapter 120

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.

Lane cautiously suggested: [How about giving Mr. Marshall a call?]

Imogen picked up her 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 call ended

automatically. He didn’t answer.

Imogen snorted and headed home after work.

Not long after Imogen went to bed, her phone aside rang.

She opened her eyes slightly, and the glow from her phone screen in the darkness was somewhat blinding. Troy’s name stood out prominently on the screen.

Imogen directly blocked the call and turned off her phone.

It’s twenty to eleven in the evening, the lights were still on in a two–story building within a villa complex.

The villa had a small courtyard housing several electric bicycles, while two cars were parked in front.

Nearby residents were aware that this villa was no ordinary residence. It had been rented out by someone to serve as a studio.

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

Their 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 studio for their self–media endeavors. And the landlord wasn’t clear about what they were doing specifically.

The neighboring gentleman could sense that these people had been very busy these past few days. Their electric bicycles had remained in the courtyard since yesterday, and the garbage bags thrown out contained quite a few fast–food packing bags.

Inside the 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 fast food.

Their lives seemed difficult, but they all wore smiles on their faces.

Among them, a tall man named Carey smiled while pouring coffee. “Just hold on for a couple more days. We’re going to make big money this time!”

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

“Rex, why the long face?” Carey asked.

The man called Rex replied, “I’m just afraid Troy will come to us.”

“How’s that possible? Nothing happened last time, right? Besides, it’s a law–based society now. What can he do to us?”

Rex sighed and shook his 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 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 were suspended…”

Sometimes, laws could 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 to step in for him. The suspension reasons of the two police were legitimate, not implicating Troy at all.

The employees in the studio exchanged glances.

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

Just then, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll go answer it.”

Rex put down his food and stood up. As he reached the door and opened it, he received a powerful kick to his abdomen before seeing who the man outside was.

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Caught off guard, he was sent sprawling and clutching his stomach, gasping for breath. A young man with a buzz cut who looked tough entered the room.

In a couple of strides, he reached Rex, grabbed his collar, and lifted him. “Get up!” He commanded.

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

The young man seemed unfazed. He gripped Rex’s collar and hit his head against the wall.

After a thud, a sizable bump appeared on Rex’s forehead. Dazed and wincing in pain, Rex gritted his teeth.

In a couple of minutes, the commotion reached the ears of the other four employees eating in the office. When they rushed out and saw this, their faces turned pale.

“Who are you?”

“How could you attack Rex?”

The four employees wanted to step forward to help, but at that moment, some burly men stormed in from outside.

It was October, and the weather was turning cooler, especially at night. Each employee wore a coat, but these men were still in short sleeves, revealing their muscular forearms covered in tattoos. They looked like brutal gangsters.

Faced with such a scene for the first time, the four employees exchanged uneasy glances, daring not to approach further.

“Who the hell are you? What do you want?” Carey bluffed to mask his unease.

He pulled out his phone, dialed 911, and threatened, “Let go of Rex now! Do you want to end jail? Breaking into private property and injuring my friend… You’re in for it!”

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Before he could make the call, one of the tattooed men swiftly kicked the phone out of his hand. The phone was sent crashing into the wall, then hit the ground and shattered into pieces, even the battery popping out.

Carey’s face turned pale.

The sharp–eyed young man spotted one of the employees who attempted a discreet move. He snatched a metal rod from one of the tattooed men and swung it forcefully at the employee’s leg The employee instantly dropped to his knees, letting out a miserable scream. His face turned pale as a sheet, and his forehead veins throbbed with pain.

The young man dragged the employee out, threw him to the ground, and stomped on his back mercilessly.

When the remaining two employees saw this horrifying scene, they were too scared to move. “What do you want to do? Let’s talk it out. If we’ve offended you in any way, we’ll make it right!” Carey asked again. His tone was devoid of the previous bravado, now only wanting to plead for peace.

When the employees were trembling with anxiety, a man in a black shirt and suit pants walked in calmly from outside.

The faces of Carey and his group turned pale.

They had just broken the news of this man. How could they not recognize him?

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The man was none other than one of the people involved in the news, Troy.

Troy glanced at Rex and the employee on the ground, then lifted his eyes indifferently, looking at Carey. He said icily, “Don’t you recognize me?”

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