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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

Forbes? Is it true that Troy and Sarah are

Troy and Sarah? What do you think about the news accusing

you and

Sarah’s team about

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authorization, what is

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

composure, Imogen took a

immediately closed in and continuously

lights

had been squatting outside the

Sarah but instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was related to

was a buzzing in Imogen’s head, and she replied patiently,

leave. They surrounded her one by one, holding out their microphones, clearly indicating

response.

that

your silence an

Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you appear here at the same

Sarah

response. Please let me

your silence mean

do you think of

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

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

me leave. Otherwise, I’ll

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

was always

left, the passersby in the vicinity

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

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

New York City was the

was the busiest,

Imogen Is

hurry, and some were holding

pedestrians became scarce on the roadside, and the greenery

had entered the

passing the new district, the passengers on the bus got off one

handrail. The next

bus fell silent, with only the sound of the

a phone rang, and the middle–aged

it out from her bag and glanced at the screen, which

a few seconds, her thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding it to the

rang again, another call

power

was

of sight,

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

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