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Chapter 112 Intimacy Should Be Moderated

After having a meal at Emily’s home and spending some time there, Troy accompanied Imogen to the

hotel while he rushed to Paris overnight.

Imogen stayed at the hotel for one night and went to the airport the next day to return to New York City.

The holiday trip was over.

Imogen didn’t inform the driver but told Sue to have her take a taxi to the airport to pick her up. After

getting off the plane, Imogen met Sue and went directly to the hospital for a pregnancy test. Imogen

had been pregnant for more than fourteen weeks, and it was visible from the ultrasound that the fetus

had mainly formed.

The doctor pointed to Sue. “This is the baby’s hand, here is the baby’s foot, and here is the head. The

eyes and nose are a bit unclear. The baby seems healthy and is developing well.”

Sue responded happily.

As the pregnancy check–up concluded and Imogen walked out of the consulting room, the doctor

advised, “During pregnancy, intimacy should be moderated, as it’s not good for the fetus.”

Imogen blushed and responded vaguely.

On the way back, Sue persuaded Imogen to tell Troy about her pregnancy.

Imogen was unmoved.

After returning home, Imogen tidied up briefly, rested for a while, and then went to the Marshall villa to

visit Troy’s grandparents.

On October 7th, Imogen officially started working.

Imogen was working in her office when suddenly a burst of footsteps echoed outside, followed by

urgent knocks on the door.

“Come in.”

Jason swiftly pushed the door open and entered. “Ms. Forbes, there were two detectives outside

saying it was…”

Before Jason could finish, two uniformed personnel walked in and showed their relevant credentials.

The person on the left said, “Are you Ms. Forbes?”

Imogen was taken aback, setting aside her current task, and stood up from the seat. “Yes, that’s me.

May I ask what this is about?”

“Your company’s secretary filed a report. There has been a leak of commercial secrets, and Ms.

Forbes, you are a suspect. We would like

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you to come to the station with us for further investigation.”

Several individuals had gathered at the office entrance in the span of those two sentences. Among

them was the secretary who had filed the report, Mr. Johnson, who was negotiating with the detectives,

and a few other executives, all craning their necks to get a glimpse inside.

The employees at the workstations outside had long lost their focus on their tasks, whispering to each

other in hushed tones.

“May I inquire what confidential information was leaked? Where was the leak identified? And how

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Chapter 112 Intimacy Should Be Moderated

was it determined that I am a suspect?” Imogen asked calmly.

The secretary who had filed the report walked in and smiled apologetically at Imogen. “Ms. Forbes,

here’s the situation. The new industrial park project in the new district of Bennett City was exactly the

same as the project plan of our commercial real estate group. Mr. Johnson suspected an internal leak,

so he called the police and went through monitoring and investigation. On September 27th, at 11:40

AM, Mr. Marshall left the company. At 12:13 PM, you, Ms. Forbes, entered Mr. Marshall’s office and

remained there until 1:24 PM…”

Imogen pursed her lips.

Troy had a social engagement that day, so she visited his lounge for a nap during her lunch break. She

had never expected to get involved in this matter.

The detective asked, “Ms. Forbes, why did you go to Mr. Marshall’s office when he wasn’t at the

company?”

“Troy is my brother. He has always taken care of me. Before he left the company that day, he sent me a

message saying that I could borrow the lounge in his office for a nap during lunch break at

noon.”

As she spoke, Imogen retrieved the chat logs from that day.

The detective took a look. “But this doesn’t necessarily prove Ms. Forbes is innocent. Please come with

us to the station for further questioning.”

Mr. Johnson stepped forward from behind and said, “Imogen, the situation isn’t clear yet regarding the

suspicion. It’s not just you who needs to be investigated at the station, so don’t worry too much. The

police will definitely uncover the truth. They will clear your name if you haven’t done anything wrong.

But if you have, the company won’t show you mercy either.”

“Alright, I’ll go with you then.”

Imogen turned off the computer, took her bag, and got ready to go.

Two detectives, one on her left and one on her right, walked alongside Imogen.

One of the detectives exchanged pleasantries with Mr. Johnson, “Mr. Johnson, rest assured, we will

investigate and clarify the situation as soon as possible.”

Upon arriving at the police station, Imogen’s phone was confiscated, and she was led into a room. The

police officers sat across from her, reviewing the surveillance footage from that day. They asked in

detail, “Ms. Forbes, why did you go to Mr. Marshall’s office? Did you know Mr. Marshall wasn’t at the

company before you went?”

Imogen answered, “Yes, I knew. I went to his office to take a lunch break in his lounge with his

permission.”

Imogen’s phone was placed nearby, and the police officer looked at the chat logs from that day,

scrolling through a few pages before asking, “What’s your relationship with Mr. Marshall?” “He is my

husband.”

The police officer took a look at Imogen and then left the room.

Imogen was the only one left in the room.

Even though she could prove that she had permission to go to Troy’s office, it was undeniable that

there was a period when she was alone in the office. Until the true culprit of the leak was found,

clearing her suspicion would be difficult.

But there was no evidence to prove that she did it, and she must be released within 24 hours of

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being detained.

However, those 24 hours were not easy to pass.

The interrogation room contained only basic tables and chairs.

Imogen leaned against the back of the chair, her elbows resting on the armrests, and supported her

head with one hand.

Imogen wasn’t sure how long she had been maintaining that posture. She stood up to stretch and then

sat back down after a while.

The room was very quiet.

It was so quiet it made her feel bored and unsettled.

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By noon, someone entered to bring a meal for Imogen. It included a serving of spaghetti, two portions

of plain vegetables, and a bottle of mineral water.

Imogen didn’t have much appetite, but she had to eat something for the sake of her unborn child. After

finishing the meal, she slumped over the table and drifted asleep.

Sleeping in such an environment wasn’t restful. Imogen was in a state of half–sleep, half–awake.

Imogen opened her eyes, and the sun was still high in the sky.

Having nothing to do to pass the time could be grueling.

The interrogation room’s lights were on 24 hours daily, and the surveillance cameras operated

continuously.

Even though it was pitch black outside, the lights inside remained brightly lit.

Imogen sat on the chair with her arms wrapped around her knees. She rested her chin on her knees,

her eyes staring blankly.

They would have to release her at dawn.

As the hours passed and it approached early morning, Imogen couldn’t resist her exhaustion any

longer. She rested her head on her knees and dozed off.

Imogen wasn’t sure what time it was when she vaguely felt like she heard the sound of the door

opening.

Imogen raised her head in a daze and rubbed her eyes. “Can I

“Yes, you can.” A man answered.

go now?”

Upon hearing the voice, Imogen looked attentively at the person who had entered. Seeing that it was

Troy, she was stunned for a moment.

Troy walked up to her and said, “What? Don’t recognize me already?”

Imogen let her arms and legs down, supporting herself on the table as she stood up. She whispered,

“You’re back.”

“Yeah, let’s go.” He took Imogen’s hand.

Imogen followed him to the door, and only then did she remember to ask, “Has it been cleared up? Are

you sure I can leave now?”

“You can go. Lawyers will handle the rest.”

“Oh.”

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