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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

it true that Troy and Sarah are in a

Sarah? What do you think about the news accusing you of

between you and Troy that

Sarah’s team about

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changing makeup without authorization,

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

her composure, Imogen took a step

closed in and continuously

flashing lights

reporters were overjoyed. They had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting

not capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was

she replied patiently, “Sorry, but I can’t disclose anything. Please don’t bother

reporters had finally caught her and wouldn’t let her leave. They surrounded her one by

response.

is it that

your silence an admission

at

Troy and Sarah already

a response. Please let me leave,”

your silence mean

you think of

suffer from a headache. Her face turned

She attempted to

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

hospital was always bustling

vicinity stopped and pointed at

stop. Just as she arrived, a bus pulled up, and without checking the route, she

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

metropolis in the state, New York City was the fastest in development in

was the busiest,

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

stops, pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became eye–catching, surrounded by

had entered the new

district, the passengers on the bus got off one after another. Only Imogen and another middle–aged woman

the handrail.

of the bus fell silent, with only the sound of the mechanical voice repeating its

rang, and the middle–aged

moment to realize it was her phone. She took it out from her bag and glanced at the screen, which

seconds, her thumb hovering over the screen, before

rang

all apps, pressed and held the power button to turn off her phone, and put it back in her

was smooth

sight,

further forward was a town on the outskirts of the city,

stopped at its terminal, and the driver unfastened his seatbelt and stepped out of the driver’s seat. He called