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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 and Sarah are in a romantic

do you think about the news accusing you of being the

happened between you

allegations from Sarah’s team about your

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changing makeup without authorization, what is your

with questions. The microphones in front of

composure, Imogen took

immediately closed in

lights made

had been squatting outside the hospital, originally expecting to capture

not capture Sarah but instead ended up encountering

in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently,

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

response.

it that you can’t

your silence an admission of

Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do

Troy and Sarah already living

response. Please let me leave,” Imogen said

mean those reports are

think of Troy and Sarah’s

kept asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face

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

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

area near the hospital was always bustling with people coming

vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen, discussing

frustrated and confused, Imogen walked further and reached a bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus

Mount West Hospital, leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found

a metropolis in the state, New York City was the

the busiest, with restaurants and

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hurry, and some were holding

became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery along the streets became

entered the

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

stand firm and hold the handrail. The

bus fell silent, with only the sound

the

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

thumb hovering over the screen, before

the phone rang

pressed and held the power button to turn off her phone, and put

was smooth

sight, out

of the city, and the middle–aged woman got off the bus at

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