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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

that Troy and Sarah

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

you and Troy that

about your aggressive

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without authorization, what is your

bombarded with questions. The microphones in

regaining her composure,

immediately closed in and continuously asked

lights made Imogen

been squatting outside the

but instead ended up encountering

replied patiently, “Sorry, but I

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

response.

is it that you

silence

Sarah are also at the hospital. Why do you

Sarah already living

Please let me leave,” Imogen said

your silence mean

think of Troy and

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

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

Reluctantly, the reporters left.

hospital was always

reporters left, the passersby in the vicinity stopped and pointed at Imogen,

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

Imogen walked to the back, found a seat by the window, and sat down.

state, New York City was the fastest in

was the

Imogen

and some were holding report bags from

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

entered the new

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

the handrail. The next stop is

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

and the middle–aged woman

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

her thumb hovering over the screen, before sliding it

phone rang again,

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

entire process was smooth

of sight, out

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

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