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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

you

team about your aggressive and overbearing behavior

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makeup without authorization,

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

regaining her composure, Imogen took a

in and continuously

lights made

been squatting outside the hospital, originally

capture Sarah but instead ended

a buzzing in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently, “Sorry, but

surrounded her one by one, holding out

response.

it that

Forbes, is your silence an admission

Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you

Troy and Sarah

you a response. Please let

your silence mean those reports are

of Troy and Sarah’s

to suffer from a headache.

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

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

the hospital was always

passersby in the vicinity

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

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

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

hospital was the busiest, with

Imogen

were holding report bags from

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

entered the new

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

the handrail.

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

the middle–aged woman turned to

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

thumb hovering over the screen, before

rang again, another call from

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

was smooth and

of sight, out

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

and stepped out of the driver’s seat. He