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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

that Troy and Sarah are in a romantic

Troy and Sarah? What do you think about the

between you and

team about your aggressive and overbearing

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without authorization, what is

was bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and she

finally regaining her composure, Imogen took

immediately closed in

lights made

had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting to capture

to not capture Sarah but instead ended

replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything.

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

response.

is it that you can’t

your silence an

also at the hospital. Why do you appear here

Sarah

give you a response. Please let me leave,” Imogen

your silence mean those

do you think of

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

she refused to say more. She attempted to leave several times but was unable

it again, let me

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

area near the hospital was always bustling with

reporters left, the passersby in the vicinity stopped

Just as she arrived, a

passengers got off at the stop of Mount West Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat down. She stared

City was the

near the hospital was the busiest, with restaurants and

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

few more stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the

entered the new

passengers on the bus got off one after another. Only Imogen and another

hold the handrail. The next

only the sound of

rang, and the middle–aged woman turned

to realize it was her phone. She took it out

her thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding it to the left to reject

rang again, another call

once more, exited all apps, pressed and held the power button to

was

sight, out

city, and the middle–aged woman

its terminal, and the driver unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at the back, “Miss, this is