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Chapter 60 Imogen Is the Mistress

Imogen slowly walked out of the hospital, aimlessly wandering the streets.

She didn’t know where to go.

Despite the sunny weather, she felt a chill deep within her heart.

She took out her phone, opened Instagram with her alternative account, and searched for the origin of the incident that day.

Although she knew what kind of comments awaited her under those Instagram posts, she still clicked on them, scrolling down and collecting all the insults like masochism.

She also went through the comment sections under relevant news articles on major video websites, finally understanding the cause of the whole incident.

Lastly, she opened the Celebrity Insider and scrolled through it from beginning to end.

After the news of Troy’s affair broke, some fans in Celebrity Insider kept silent, but some persisted in posting.

Even she had to admit that in those videos, pictures, and artworks, Troy and Sarah looked perfectly matched.

One was a wealthy man, and the other was a beautiful celebrity. They seemed to be a perfect match.

In the story of the two of them, there was no place for Imogen. She was merely a superfluous character who, due to a twist of fate, appeared where she shouldn’t have.

Imogen closed her eyes and edited an Instagram post with her alternative account: [Imogen is not the mistress. Sarah is the mistress.]

After she posted it on Instagram, it disappeared from her homepage within seconds.

Imogen confirmed it was blocked.

It must be Troy protecting Sarah, not allowing any rumors harmful to Sarah to spread.

Imogen smirked and edited another Instagram post: [Imogen is the mistress.]

This Instagram post was successfully published.

Imogen repeatedly checked her homepage, confirming that the Instagram post had indeed been published and hadn’t disappeared.

There were even people who saw this Instagram post and gave her likes, commenting: [That’s right, the mistress deserves to die. I curse Imogen will never have children.]

Imogen held her breath and turned off her phone.

At that moment, a group of people suddenly surrounded her.

Confused, Imogen looked up and was forced to stop in her tracks.

Among the crowd were men and women dressed like paparazzi, holding microphones in front of Imogen’s face and cameras taking photos of Imogen.

“Are

Troy

What do you think about the news accusing you

happened between you and Troy that

Sarah’s team about your aggressive and overbearing

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makeup without authorization, what

was happening before she was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full

finally regaining her composure, Imogen took a

closed in and continuously asked

flashing lights made

outside the hospital, originally expecting

but instead ended up encountering Imogen,

a buzzing in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please

reporters had finally caught her and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that

response.

it that you can’t

is your silence an admission

and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you appear

and Sarah

Please let me leave,”

mean

you think of Troy and Sarah’s

after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale,

stern expression, she refused to say more. She attempted to leave several times but

its limit. “I’ll say it again, let me leave. Otherwise,

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

near the hospital was always bustling with people

left, the passersby in the vicinity stopped

stop. Just as she

Mount West Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window,

in the state, New York City was

area near the hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and

50 Imogen

were in a hurry, and some were holding report bags from

the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded by tall

had entered

passing the new district, the passengers on the bus got off one after another. Only Imogen and another

the handrail. The next stop is

fell silent, with only the sound of

phone rang, and the middle–aged woman turned

phone. She took it out from her bag and

her thumb hovering over the screen,

phone rang again, another

pressed and held the power button to turn off

process was smooth

of sight,

town on the outskirts of the city, and the middle–aged woman got

and the driver unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at the