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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

true that Troy and Sarah are in a romantic

you interfere in the relationship between Troy and Sarah? What do you think

happened between you and Troy

allegations from Sarah’s team about your

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without authorization, what

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

composure, Imogen took a step

closed in and continuously asked

lights made

They had been squatting outside the

to not capture Sarah but instead ended

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

her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating that

response.

is it that you can’t

is your silence an admission of

I heard that Troy and Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you appear here at the

and Sarah already living

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

your silence mean

you think of Troy

questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a

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

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

the hospital was always bustling with

vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen, discussing among

and reached a bus stop. Just as she arrived, a bus

leaving the bus empty. Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat

in the state, New York City was the fastest in

the busiest, with restaurants and hotels

Imogen Is the

hurry, and some were holding report bags

the greenery along the streets

had entered the new

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

and hold the handrail.

only the

and the middle–aged woman

moment to realize it was her phone. She took it out from her bag

few seconds, her thumb hovering over the

seconds, the phone rang again, another call from

power button to turn off her

process was

sight,

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

driver’s seat. He called out to Imogen at the back,