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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

What do you

you and

the allegations from Sarah’s team about your aggressive and

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authorization,

bombarded with questions. The microphones in front of her were full of oppression, and she

her composure, Imogen

immediately closed in and

lights made Imogen

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

instead ended up encountering Imogen, who was related

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

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

response.

it that you can’t

silence an admission of

also at the hospital. Why do you appear here at

Troy and Sarah already

you a response. Please let me leave,”

your silence mean those reports

of Troy and

reporters kept asking questions one after another, causing Imogen to suffer from a headache. Her face turned pale, and she couldn’t

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

it again, let me leave. Otherwise, I’ll call the police and sue

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

always bustling with people

the vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen, discussing among

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

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

the state, New York City was the

was the busiest, with restaurants and hotels

Imogen Is

were in a hurry, and some were

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

entered the new

got off one after another. Only Imogen

hold the handrail. The next stop is Huga

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

phone rang, and the middle–aged woman

phone. She took it out from

seconds, her thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding it to the left to reject the

rang again, another call

more, exited all apps, pressed and held the power button

process was smooth and

of sight, out

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

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