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 ofizens, responding seemed like deceit, while avoiding the situation


    appeared guilty.


    Public opinion escted 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,izens regarded her as


    Imogen’s friend and always left terriblements on her Instagram.


    Charlie didn’t care about it. She engaged in arguments withizens 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 thepany. 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 nced at her Facebook but found no messages. Imogen initiated a chat with Lane: [Has Mr.


    Marshall note 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, apanying 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 vi


    complex.


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


    front.


    Nearby residents were aware that this vi 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 workte.


    Once, a neighbor elderly gentleman bumped into the vi’sndlord and asked him about it. The


    landlord didn’t know much either. The tenant who rented the vi only mentioned that it was a studio


    for their self–media endeavors. And thendlord 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 vi, the studio employees were busy, too upied 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


    tter!” Another person said.


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


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


    “How’s that possible? Nothing happenedst time, right? Besides, it’s aw–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,ws 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 nces.


    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.


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    “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 cor, and lifted him. “Get up!” Hemanded.


    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 cor 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, themotion 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 muscr forearms covered in tattoos.


    They looked like brutal gangsters.


    Faced with such a scene for the first time, the four employees exchanged uneasy nces, 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 ck 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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    Chupito 120 Avonding Appeared Guilty


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


    Troy nced 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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